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tiAir Traffic. arOwl City. al. Owl City -Air Traffic. The bird is here and we are off to wherever those wings take us. The atmosphere is crawling with airlines. that wind through the clouds and look
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I Like traffic lights. I Like traffic lights. I Like traffic lights,. No matter where they've been. I Like traffic lights. I Like traffic lights. I Like traffic lights. I Like traffic lights
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get no-where. heavy traffic all over this town. i wanna drive yeh drive. i wanna drive i gotta get somewhere. heavy traffic is bringing me down every time i see the red light burning. don't it
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want is someone to pull me out. I'm stuck in a traffic jam. With no where to run for miles. And all I want is someone to pull me out. I'm stuck in a traffic jam. With no where to run for miles
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The traffic light. Waits for you to tell me the tale of a shattered life, tonight. And I just passed by when you have had the chance to fight. Or would you spend your last days alone. Thinkin
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. If you listen to the water. You will hear the sound. You will hear the sound of life. There's a million different voices. There is happiness and strife Message in the deep. From a strange eternal
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talk. And have a friend to find. Don't look around to find the sound. That's right beneath your feet The hermit sits inside his cave. And seeks to know his mind. Staring into empty space. And
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Traffic vertu. J'aime ou je tue. Magique exclu. Hors de ma vue. Je t'aime encore. J'envoie d'abord. Le cri des villes. Sur du vinyle. . Taxi driver. N? Ud de vip? Res. Flic solitaire
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strikes you to the bone, you turn around, you're all alone. By the time you hear that silent (or siren?) sound, then your soul is in the lost and found. Forever, forever. Freedom rider. Here it comes
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What is that sound, ringing in my ears. The strangest sound, I've heard for years and years. The sound of two hearts, beating side by side. The sound of one love, that neither one can hide The
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Don't you be a traffic light. Don't you be a traffic light. With all things said you turn to red. Don't you be a traffic light And don't you be a round-about. No, not another round-about. We've
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happen to me?. But now I feel so weak. Dead trees and traffic islands never meet. Is this, is this my defeat?. This purgatory for beginners. Dead trees and traffic islands. Tolerance slips away
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happen to me?. But now I feel so weak. Dead trees and traffic islands never meet. Is this, is this my defeat?. This purgatory for beginners. Dead trees and traffic islands. Tolerance slips away
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Some folks tell you what to do. They think they know more than you. They insist that they're givin' sound advice. But as sure as you're livin'. It ain't sound, it ain't nice. It just doesn't
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There's traffic in the sky. And it doesn't seem to be getting much better. There's kids playing games on the pavement. Drawing waves on the pavement. Shadows of the planes on the pavement It's
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much, yeah. We were just laughin', sittin' in traffic. Said, we'd never let bad things happen to us. So please, don't ever hate me when we're not in love. I'll take an airplane back to the old days. Back
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strikes you to the bone, you turn around, you're all alone. By the time you hear that silent (or siren?) sound, then your soul is in the lost and found. Forever, forever. Freedom rider. Here it comes
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Slow traffic, slow traffic. Slow traffic, slow traffic. Slow traffic, slow traffic. Slow traffic, slow traffic. Slow traffic, slow traffic Zoomin' in and out. Of the slow traffic mumble. Tryin
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should not. Talk And have a friend to find. Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet. The hermit sits inside his cave and seeks to know his mind. Staring into empty space and
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deep in inside me. Ruling my mind. . I feel no sound. Don't know where I'm bound. . The scenery is all the same to me. Nothing has changed or faded. I'm a part of it, some part of me. Painted
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deep in inside me. Ruling my mind. . I feel no sound. Don't know where I'm bound. . The scenery is all the same to me. Nothing has changed or faded. I'm a part of it, some part of me. Painted
