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• Artiste: Proceed
• Titre: A Tricycle Journey
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We've got the windows open wide Hope a gentle breeze will dance on by And clear the air And now the time has come it seems To shove some pills down my throat To see if time will stand still I, know I'm feeling fine its just in my mind It's a fine line that we have drawn We've got the windows open wide Hope a gentle breeze will dance on by And clear the air (Of this six year old dust) And now the time has come it seems To shove some pills down my throat To see if time will stand still I, know That I'm feeling fine its just in my mind It's a fine line that we have drawn I see the lights don't, burn bright It's clear that nobody's home tonight Despite whats told to me Ive watched the seasons going by Turn an infant to a child I still don't know what to say But how the hands on the clock Over on that crumbling wall They tell the truth Ive been disturbed from my dreams By a party in my veins here and now One thing is leading to another Why encode this into my life? There must be a time and place To just ride this wave out I see the lights don't, burn bright It's clear that nobody's home tonight Despite whats told to me I've watched the seasons going by Turn an infant to a child I still don't know what to say And if, the lights don't burn bright There's nobody, home tonight You know there's nobody home (I still don't know what to say) And if, the light don't burn bright You know there's nobody home tonight But I'll be home, I'll be home, I'm always home