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this is the ninth track from the album a new way to find people... by the winter in canada
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Overly nice people in their cars
Thinking about mannerisms
Red light Green light stuck between these doors
Tied down to ourselves in this traffic
She thinks to herself about these words
“Just who is this for?” All these fragments
Birthdays, Mondays and the days before
I lie to myself, in this traffic
Single, couple, family of four
He will speak for her, her decisions
Pictures displayed, that will underscore
The moments, she knows, that are hidden
And I, I feel that I’m in between
All these little things, all these moments
Hundreds if not, the times we have been
Always standing still
Destinations
And I, I am, I am not myself
Not like anymore, not like children
And I, I’ve see, I’ve seen better things
But I did not know, how to focus
And I, I feel that I’m in between
All these little things, all these moments
Hundreds if not, the times we have been
Always standing still
Destination
And I, I am, I am not myself
Not like anymore, not like children
And I, I’ve see, I’ve seen better things
But I did not know, how to focus
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