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Wandering Home
03:39
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Oh, I’ve lost my way
Found my self today
There’s something in the way you move me, it’s real
Time does not reveal
Give into a fight that’s all in my hands
There’s something in the way you move me again
But I know…
I’m wandering home
While wandering home
I learned I’m not alone
Will you miss me when I’m gone
All my life’s the same
Caught in my own way
Give into a light that’s all in my hands
You can’t understand
Take me to a place where I’m not alone
Somewhere in the past cos I’ve got to go
But I know…
I’m wandering home
While wandering home
I learned I’m not alone
Will you miss me when I’m gone
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Doorstep
02:59
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Looking at your doorstep baby
Wondering what you’re going to say when you walk towards me
Oh, too many times been led awry
But I know where you’re going tonight
Looking at your bedpost baby
Wondering what you’re going to say when you look through me
Oh, too many times been led awry
But I know where you’re going tonight
Lead me
Or keep me from your reach
Cos I know where you’re going
Yeah, I know where you’re going
Tonight!...
Time’s been so frustrating lately
Thinking about the way you move; the way you shape me
Oh, I know the time is fading by
But I know where you’re going tonight
Lead me
Or keep me from your reach
Cos I know where you’re going
Yeah, I know where you’re going
Tonight!...
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Savannah
03:54
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There’s a place in a photograph
I’ve never known
But there’s something coming over me
Down in my soul
Oh I brace for the bottom
While I face growing old
I’m going down to that Georgian town
But before I do…
Before I do…
Damn, she’s a pretty girl
But she know this fact
Lives in a perfect world
Somebody told you that
Something in your move
Is killing me, killing me
Nobody knows you
It’s got to be, go to be
But I guess that it holds you
Takes time, you’re taking your time
Got to move up the slack
Oh we race for the rhythm
With the winds at our back
Oh we brace for the bottom
While we face being alone
I’m going down to that Georgian town
But something in your move…
You hit the bottom this time
You make the bottom this time
That’s the way we move this road
Damn, she’s a pretty girl
But she know this fact
Lives in a perfect world
Somebody sold you that
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Lawrence Trailer Brooklyn, New York
Lawrence Trailer is a singer/songwriter based out of Brooklyn, NY. Find out more at www.LawrenceTrailerMusic.com
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