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Traffic Is A Global Word


The day is airy The spring window's open
I got one leg out, yeah and I just might descend
It's not far Just two feet from me and the sun
A grin begins to make it's way to face

Whoah, this can't be happenin'
The weather's broken and I can call my friends again

Sorry for my absence, understand
Sometimes it's darkness I only comprehend
I've made my bed and jumped the sheets right off the edge
The deepest breath I've waited weeks to shed

Whoah, this can't be happenin'
The weather's broken and I can call my friends again

Whoah, this can't be happenin'
The weather's broken and I can call all my friends again

Whoah, this happens from year to year From time to time
I say I'm sorry for being shy, but I can't say I really mind
I can't say I really mind







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