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• Artiste: Cub Country
• Titre: Hollow Sidewalks
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A perfect Sunday, a hard rain comin' down Everyone's out, no one makes a sound The traffic noise is the only song they sing All the dead leaves blow their own way All the buildings, miles around Are filled with people on their own I spend my hours building a wall No one sees me, and I can hear them call All these ghosts they float past Storefronts and hollow sidewalks No one's empty eyes look to find the sun That doesn't shine anymore And I remember when My time was heaven sent and I'm Connecting the empty spaces In every passing moment And I used to fill my days And I used to sleep at night I can still her darkness And I can still see her light And after dark hit No one slows down And people wander The edges of town The train pass going around The middle of the night All the lights on No one in sight All these ghosts they float past Storefronts and hollow sidewalks No one's empty eyes look to find the sun That doesn't shine anymore It doesn't shine anymore x14