
Concerning the Horizon - Bonus Foy Vance
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You hold up the walls
And I’ll walk the halls for the day
You curse the weather and wait
And I walk home in the rain
You always said there was something funny about me
Well I often feel warm there, standing in the cold air
With no path and no horizon
About as hard as it gets
Out there on the corner, I feel much like a foreigner
Though we spoke the same language
And smoked the same cigarettes
You were always talking about fighting
And my eyes were always on thе horizon
Hailey doesn't care about lovе
So I can never show it
Don't give me the ball
I'm the only one won't score a goal
You've always said that I act really old
Though I often feel warm there, standing in the cold air
With no path and no horizon
About as hard as it gets
Out there on the corner, I feel much like a foreigner
Though we spoke the same language
And smoked the same cigarettes
You were always talking about fighting
And my eyes were always on the horizon
And I’ll walk the halls for the day
You curse the weather and wait
And I walk home in the rain
You always said there was something funny about me
Well I often feel warm there, standing in the cold air
With no path and no horizon
About as hard as it gets
Out there on the corner, I feel much like a foreigner
Though we spoke the same language
And smoked the same cigarettes
You were always talking about fighting
And my eyes were always on thе horizon
Hailey doesn't care about lovе
So I can never show it
Don't give me the ball
I'm the only one won't score a goal
You've always said that I act really old
Though I often feel warm there, standing in the cold air
With no path and no horizon
About as hard as it gets
Out there on the corner, I feel much like a foreigner
Though we spoke the same language
And smoked the same cigarettes
You were always talking about fighting
And my eyes were always on the horizon
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