I was looking for a known face
To fall in love with, when I had already known many;
I meant, I was looking for the known one
The one that felt like home in my dreams.
In my dreams, the known one was like a highway
The one with no traffic signals
The road that doesn't make you think twice
But when I'm not dreaming
It is a city full of redlights
Faces that I have seen before
None that I have known
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