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• Artiste: Michael Patrick Kelly
• Titre: Traces
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Sometimes I hear your voice tricking on my mind People, coffee and cars. They pass me by Sometimes I wish I could call and just say "Hi" I'm drowning out the noise in a sliding door There's a face in the bar I've seen before Sometimes I wish I could hold you one more time I'm standing in the pouring rain Nothing feels the same But I still see the traces of you in the cracks, the crowds, the little things I still feel the traces on my skin The tracks, the sounds, in everything It hurts sometimes to hear your echo In each street and place that I go But I still see the traces of you in the cracks, traces There's something in these walls lighting up the hill Something here in the silence that you fill If only you'd let me know what's on your mind Unfinished conversation. What's it like to see me now in this world out from your eyes? Sometimes I swear that you're walking by my side And standing in the pouring rain Nothing feels the same But I still see the traces of you in the cracks, the crowds, the little things I still feel the traces on my skin The tracks, the sounds, in everything It hurts sometimes to hear your echo In each street and place that I go But I still see the traces of you in the cracks, traces I still see the traces of you in the cracks, the crowds, the little things I still feel the traces on my skin The tracks, the sounds, in everything It hurts sometimes to hear your echo In each street and place that I go But I still see the traces of you in Traces