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• Artiste: Eastern Sea (The)
• Titre: This Is Holborn
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Well I don't know which way is here Cause when I'm underground the earth is at my feet I can't come out for fear I die Blinded by the sun and losing both my eyes Well I got all I'll ever need The friends to keep me warm and the right amount of speed But there's one thing I never got A map to your heart and an "X" that marks the spot You are here... Tonight You are here... That's right Miles of track that don't move straight I always know the time cause the trains are never late Shooting stars on the longest line Across this town and back and forth through my mind Millions of faces looking down Hands on the road ears to the ground Searching for something they never found A better life the noise from the ground Miles of track that don't move straight I always know the time cause the trains are never late Shooting stars on the longest line Across this town and back and forth through my mind Miles of track that don't move straight I always know the time cause the trains are never late Shooting stars on the longest line Across this town and back and forth through my mind And back and forth through my mind... I've spent so long watching Clouds and the smog Wishing that they'd all leave What will my children breathe Must be artificial life Wandering the streets at night Hoping that they'll all die Before we all go blind I've spent so long watching Clouds and the smog Wishing that they'd all leave What will my children breathe Must be artificial life Wandering the streets at night Hoping that they'll all die Before we all go blind I've spent so long watching Clouds and the smog Wishing that they'd all leave What will my children breathe Must be artificial life Wandering the streets at night Hoping that they'll all die Before we all go blind I've spent so long watching Clouds and the smog Wishing that they'd all leave What will my children breathe Must be artificial life Wandering the streets at night Hoping that they'll all die Before we all go blind