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• Artiste: Robert Francis
• Titre: Ukiah
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I broke down on the 101 I wandered into town I bummed a smoke and got some gas When I turned back my car could not be found There go my plans, I get lost for a while There goes my day, get lost for a while Now I'm walking and I'm starting to feel out of touch I guess I must've taken too much Now my dreams are spun Falling constellations and my mind is starting to run And I'm stuck here in Ukiah with no one I heard there was a nut-house here, in the 1970s After Jamestown they burned it down and they set all the patients free There go my mind, I get lost for a while There goes my day, get lost for a while Now I'm laughing and the streets are covered in flames And the kids here are the same And It's plain to see real is subjective on a road with infinite lanes And I'm stuck here in Ukiah once again Winds are blowing, night is slowly moving in frame And I'm stuck here in Ukiah once again I've been walking and I'm walking and I'm starting to feel out of touch I guess I must've taken too much Now my dreams are spun Falling constellations and my mind is starting to run And I'm stuck here in Ukiah with no one They could love you, they could love me somewhere someday But for now I'm in Ukiah on the run (Thanks to Luis for these lyrics)