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• Artiste: Urthboy
• Titre: Long Walk Home
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If you look just through the mist in front it’s there it’s small but you can just see it -See what You can just see it through there just look a bit more carefully -Yeah but there's like nothing there And that’s cuz your looking out my window look out your own window man Float back It’s gonna be a long walk home and I’m just a stone’s throw from a telephone tone You can tell from the groan it’s engaged throw the phone in a rage Rip the yellow paper page like a poem Watch me show’ em say the lips to the mountains wide hips Smiling like a crisis before applying like this Keep calm let the mist take you by its blind vision Walk slowly don’t bother with the offers to be driven There ain’t nothing like living stay cunning fight systems Keep running write riddens speak something like missions Don't sleep but if you do then dream freaky bright thrills Steal souls like television listen if you will Fill her up drill it out spill your beans like a journal Still the scenes never certain with my verbal in reversal Get immersed in your words create verse and wake up A long walk a short day and no place to stay stuck With the mind not fully made up but up and going In a time when a rookie gets cut for not glowing Open trips throwing ship it’s whatever way possible It's gonna be a long walk home but not optional Its gonna be a long walk back I never asked for directions now I’m guessing which track There many and the maps like a riddle with a trap I collapse in the quick sand its gripping like sap Isolated and exhilarated biting off a chunk of a cloud Throw the scrapes to the crowds open mouths As it drops hear ‘em shout watch the doubt fade away While all pals find the minutes in the day to conversate As opposed to conglomerate we operated our intellectual properties And act beyond rhetorical philosophy another moon another odyssey With clipped wings an anomaly on instinct hanging on to thin string Laughing at your lip sync sinking for success it’s a long road I think you need a rest Catch a breath yells the city to the soul but death ears were to cold So fresh beers were sold cheap to the questions unsolved And the page folds easily the hero failed dismally the crowd applaud decently And they hear of no conspiracy the advice is to rich for me delivered by clones I reject it and keep going on the long road home There ain’t nothing like living Speak something like missions