There's a tale, that you tell, and your teachers told before you
Oh, how Mrs. Chan would turn around and put her left hand to her brow
Aware, I'd stand, of seconds passed, a most reluctant scarecrow
And with my eyes follow the lines that met the lines of pharaohs
There's a street, discarded fleet of loose lamenting lawn charms
They count the years of fresh regret that well in back yards to collect
The trees like patient cavalries that shade the paths for no one
This is the road that meets the street where I'm from
Thornhill X18 (For Long Life!) Video (MV)
Formalists - Thornhill X18 (For Long Life!) Lyrics
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There's a tale, that you tell, and your teachers told before you
Oh, how Mrs. Chan would turn around and put her left hand to her brow
Aware, I'd stand, of seconds passed, a most reluctant scarecrow
And with my eyes follow the lines that met the lines of pharaohs
There's a street, discarded fleet of loose lamenting lawn charms
They count the years of fresh regret that well in back yards to collect
The trees like patient cavalries that shade the paths for no one
This is the road that meets the street where I'm from
Oh, how Mrs. Chan would turn around and put her left hand to her brow
Aware, I'd stand, of seconds passed, a most reluctant scarecrow
And with my eyes follow the lines that met the lines of pharaohs
There's a street, discarded fleet of loose lamenting lawn charms
They count the years of fresh regret that well in back yards to collect
The trees like patient cavalries that shade the paths for no one
This is the road that meets the street where I'm from
Writer: Joseph Landau
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid