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• Artiste: Tom Frampton
• Titre: Driving You Home
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I'll step into my daddy's car and we'll call it our own Could it be that we've stolen a world of control and we're finally alone Throw that map out the window we can draw one that's our's, and perhaps then we'll see what it means to be free from these conventional bars We need to act on this hunger before we're full grown, and this fiery desire that burns in my head as I'm driving you home Society's fluid now; here we are in our boat navigating the hollowness that keeps us afloat And my passion, it's sailing sweet uncharted seas what they said to ignore, and I listened before, is bubbling with ease And I think we're transcending every boundary I know White picket fences rush by us like water as I'm driving you home But this freedom it's limited by the chains of our course, and the comfort of momma's voice is a powerful force And your house creeps up quickly now, as forlorn as a cell Though our time here's been short in this young naive fort; we sure spent it well As the seasons grow colder and this heat leaves my bones, my tears and my sweat stay warm with a vision of you driving me home