Life in Technicolor

Thereīs a wild wind blowing
down the corner of my street
every night there the
headlights are glowing

Thereīs a cold war comig
on the radio i heard
baby itīs a violent world

Oh love donīt let me go
wonīt you take me where
the streetlights glow
i could hear it coming
i could hear the sirens sound
now my feet wonīt touch
the ground

Time came a creepin
Oh and timeīs a loaded gun
every road is a ray of light

It goes ohh ohh on
time only can lead you on
still itīs such a beautiful night

Oh love donīt let me go
wonīt you take me where
the streetlights glow
i could hear it coming
like a serenade of sound
now my fett donīt touch
the ground

Gravity release me
and donīt ever hold me down
now my feet wonīt tocuh
the ground
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