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• Artiste: Weeping Tile
• Titre: The Room With The Sir John A. View
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I heard you play guitar You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire I don't know if we'll meet, I don't know who you are You're just a traveled ghost that I admire from afar Under the houselights Me and you and the last bit of our pints Well, I could carry a case or two up a couple of flights The room with the Sir John A. view opens up to the night Here I'm caught alive in this trap I'm still breathing, it's just a leg hold Are you an escape out of this? Take me back to the place that I miss 'Cause this is a waste of money, that's all this is It's a low-lying ache, like homesickness When you're desperate for something that you know exists And I saw it in your grin And I wish it had never been 'Cause I don't want to hear about something that could be but never is And here I'm caught alive in this trap I'm still breathing, it's just a leg hold Are you an escape out of this? Take me back to the place that I miss This is a waste of money That's all this is What does it mean not to say? Could you be like it was just yesterday? And I, well, I don't want it now cuz it's in the way Well, I heard you play guitar You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire I don't know if we'll meet, I don't know who you are I'm in the room with the Sir John A. view Just down the street from the bar Here I'm caught alive in this trap I'm still breathing, it's just a leg hold Are you an escape out of this? Take me back to the place that I miss This is a waste of money That's all this is That's all this is