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Nexther List - Unsteady Worlds lyrics
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She lives into a space, where I can't touch her face All that I can do, is to waiting for her This rain is like a sin, it's holding everything The purple red skies are falling On a Friday, Friday I'm lost in a strange town The hours, are passing slow I wake up overload, I take a look around Last night I dreamed with you again I start the old TV, trying to see your face There's only worlds in unsteady harmony On a Friday, Friday I'm lost in a strange town The hours, are passing slow I feel tired, give me a sign Tell me, show me babe, a way to find On a Friday, Friday An old forgotten god, With good intentions, now give me your hand On a Friday, Friday I'm waiting your voice But all the hours are passing slow On a Friday, Friday I'm lost in a strange town The hours, are passing slow