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• Artiste: Art Of Fighting
• Titre: Sycamore & Sand
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There's a place I know of in the western state Lost to any map that you can find Streets are made of cobble, getting older Houses fade like coals after a fire I don't know where I'm going Somewhere I don't need to have a plan I don't know who I'm fighting now Anyone who falls across my hand Say no more, 'cause I'm gone And who is emptier than who? Still you're waiting there against the black Just to see me coming back But I don't think I'm likely to do that I'm gonna be so different if you find me You wont even realise I'm your man Slow and sure, the coast will redefine me Turn me into sycamore and sand I don't know where I'm going Somewhere where the water meets the land I don't know why your troubling now Nobody can change who I now am Say no more, I'm gone And who is emptier than who? Still you're waiting there against the black Just to see me coming back But I don't think I'm likely to do that No, I don't think I'm likely to do that No, I don't think I'm likely to do that No, I don't think I'm likely to do that