Bedside Traveler Lyrics – aesthetics across the color line

Walking on frozen street
Have no direction
Making myself to start to think
Am I drinking too much

But honestly it’s not
The best of my thoughts
By passing beggars
They always waving me friendly

But my pockets are empty
When I walking on empty streets alone
I’d rather be home
In my bed

Days passing by and
I still pretend
That I’m alright
Without your hand

That used to pass me beer
For tv shows
In our space
I feel like home
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aesthetics across the color line Lyrics – Bedside Traveler

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aesthetics across the color line

Bedside Traveler