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Artiste:
Gretta Ray
Titre:
Roses
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I hit the ground running at a quickened pace I have treated London as a home base When the stakes Were higher than I could bear to face them Didn't see it coming, this formative year It kept me on my toes till it planted me here Making it clear That I've got a ship I need to steer So I'm starting anew, hung the lights up in my room And took in the view, one I could get used to Foot in the door, fully out of my shell I'm bold to the bone now, and I know it too well I will be making headway in good time Coming to love to board the Northern line Taking in every moment as mine Taking everything I see as a sign Finally feeling my way through the dark Wandering through a glacial, vacant park At the centre of my heart is the big smoke In a world yet to run amok It feels as though it's all coming up roses Roses, roses, roses Plans made for a later date have a hold on me Hence my inattentive state on the 243 I'm coming to see To idealise is just my way of being Seems I am relearning how to go with the tide A weekend trip to Berlin now will broaden my mind In freeness I find Parts of me I repressed, hid and left behind 'Cause I've started anew, but is it too good to be true? It's simply the case of wrong time, perfect place Foot in the door, I can dog-ear this page I'm bold to the bone, I'll return to this stage And keep on making headway in good time Coming to love to board the Northern line Taking in every moment as mine Taking everything I see as a sign Finally feeling my way through the dark Wandering through a glacial, vacant park At the centre of my heart is the big smoke In a world yet to run amok Back when it was all coming up roses Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses, roses When I started anew, before the plans I had fell through Farewelled the view that I'd gotten used to I hit the ground running at a quickened pace When I treated London as a home base