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• Artiste: Four Fingers
• Titre: Walking Distance
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Sidewalks, benches and that stupid fucking clock Staring at the world from an empty rooftop Wishing big and planning an escape Not sure what we’ll find but we’ll hope for something great Looking past building and through the waste Finding every road leads to the same place A different town with a familiar taste Watching my dreams slowly dissipate Simpler days seem so far away Memories forgotten til today Long lost friends I wish I could see I hold on to these promises I swore to keep A desolate street, a vacant parking lot A portrait of a family left to fall apart Walking with shadows makes me feel less alone I’d like to be anywhere but at home Throwing rocks at moving trains Smashing bottles to ease our pain Searching for coins we placed on tracks I never fucking wanna go back