Oh Oh Oh...
Blurring facing evasive evolving
747 lands I go out strolling
Pacing lacing up the shoes
That depict a kind of blues
Get a paper read the news
Oh so many cities
Are going around in my head
Take me back to where I might belong
Traipsing trading with strangers and romance
Learnt about the nights where you live like your last chance
Oh oh oh...
I'm going to rocket with bus across the sky
Gonna catch a train through the sea
Then steal some fire
Hold on baby while the stage lights eve
When the beat ignites us Prometheus is free
Oh so many cities
Are going around in my head
Take us back to where we might belong
Oh so many people
Rolled up on these shoulder's
Something give me grace oh darling please
Blurring facing evasive evolving
747 lands I go out strolling
Pacing lacing up the shoes
That depict a kind of blues
Get a paper read the new
She was a fountain in the desert and a tropical sea
Our caravan stopped temporarily
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