I see you, and raise you
Cradled in a crowd of strangers
And the hustle and bustle of a place
Where nobody knows my name
I take whatever turns I please
Street vendors, neon signs, garlands and gold
I am far from home
Or perhaps closer than ever
To the reason that brought me here
And if I die, at least I have come this far
What a beautiful pursuit
To tackle a beast without burdens
I see you, life
Dancing down these dirty alleyways
A cheeky smile upon your face
And I raise your bet
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