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[Verse 1]
I folded up the map into a paper plane
Watched it disappear into the morning haze
These cobblestones all hum an unfamiliar tune
My only destination is the afternoon

[Chorus]
Following a sad guitar down a narrow street
And the scent of baking bread, so warm and sweet

[Verse 2]
The language on the signs means nothing here to me
Just faded shutters and a laundry-draped balcony
I'm letting every quiet, random moment guide
This happy kind of empty feeling deep inside

[Bridge]
They said to see the monuments, the famous square
But the real city's breathing in this hazy air

[Outro]
Lost inside the sound
Nowhere to be found