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• Artiste: Girlyman
• Titre: Kittery Tide
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There are times when I want to pick up and say goodbye To the oldest friends I've known Jump in the car with no street map No long sleeve shirts or shoes to pack Just the sound of you and my guitar Chorus: I can't wait 'til the day You come running to say Those summer nights are here to stay We can run far away Not tell a soul for a day Carry me, oh freedom's delight 'cause I've spent times locked in grooves Trapped in mama's old black shoes Or my papa's, folks' and friends' Always wanted a way just to have my own say And walk the untrod path 'til the end Chorus As the map tore in two I swore and vented like a fool Watching miles tick, road signs fly But I was running from myself There was no one else Who could know that better than I Chorus As the light changed to red I wrapped the scarf tight round my head I was cold as the Kittery tide There was not much more to see So I turned back quietly And crossed back to the other side Chorus