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• Artiste: Cautious Clay
• Titre: Traffic (7am)
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Every morning felt like traffic Brain full of static, words automatic Is there a thing you were searching for Or so you like dramatics? The last conviction that I had was a fuck And I need it So we should take a ride In a disguise That makes you feel like a home Away from home A seasonal depression song To sing alone Till everybody remembers How things could be better So where do we begin When a change in the wind Could change your mind? It's like poetry I felt the hair on my skin Raising when you crashed into me Where do we begin When a change in the wind Could change your mind? Like it was meant to be The way you crash into me Your collar been switching between blue and white Working on time, working offline at the grocery You've been wandering isles and settling for smiles Just so you don't have to be outside We took a ride in a disguise, needed a home Away from home The seasonal depression song 'Cause were at the hour where you had the power to leave me alone So where do we begin When a change in the wind Could change your mind? It's like poetry I felt the hair on my skin Raising when you crashed into me Where do we begin When a change in the wind Could change your mind? Like it was meant to be The way you crash into me So ain't no going back We got collateral feelings for things we ain't never been through Keep the traffic in mind Oh, remember that feeling