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• Artiste: Color Fred (The)
• Titre: Empty House
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I pace the floors this empty house Compare its content to myself The phone keeps ringing I know they could never help Sometimes it's worse to have the time Then never have it for yourself I wish I knew you half as much as I can tell And why does the road I want not comfort me? My minds always racing down some other street We cut that conversation short Before it starts all that again Maybe we ought to get it over with We're scared that we could end it We count on nothing we don't fear It's sad to think that theres no guarantees at all No guarantees at all And why does the road I walk not comfort me? My minds always racing down some other street And why does the road I walk not comfort me? My hearts always racing, it nearly stopped When the lights turned red it started to break There was a crash ahead We pace the floors this empty house Compare its content to ourselves And every step I left you down We cut that conversation short Before it starts all that again, again, again I pace the floors this empty house Compare its content to myself The phone keeps ringing I know, I know, I know, I know