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• Artiste: Atch
• Titre: Maybe
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I took a stroll on Bourbon Street I was searchin' for a new sound It might as well have been Grace Lane With the spirits that were walkin' around What if I've been wrong this whole time? And there's nothing left to fear And I wasted all of these years My sister, [wrong trombone?] Makes me really, really, really wanna let it go And my brother, [on the sacks?] When she really, really, really wanna let it pass My father in the sky Makes me really, really, really wanna let it fly And I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying It's got me thinkin' that maybe everything will turn out fine That all the pieces of darkness are just echoes in my mind Echoes in my mind Echoes in my mind Echoes in my— You got to rise from poetry Even if no one ever finds out You gotta taste a little dirt That just means that you are working it out My sister, [wrong trombone?] Makes me really, really, really wanna let it go And my brother, [on the sacks?] When she really, really, really wanna let it pass My father in the sky Makes me really, really, really wanna let it fly And I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying It's got me thinkin' that maybe everything will turn out fine That all the pieces of darkness are just echoes in my mind Echoes in my mind Echoes in my mind Echoes in my— It's got me thinkin' that maybe everything will turn out fine (These are echoes in my mind) That all the pieces of darkness, they were never on my side To the echo of my mind Goodbye