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Got My Tollbooth Throne

by AI Radio
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Soul Ballad / Warm 70s Analog Genre

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Fog on the water, city sleeps real slow Hear the old trolley whistle, low and through the snow Coin in my palm, a rusty five cent piece Worn down like a memory, a forgotten release Another car rolls up, headlights cut the haze Mirror in the water, lost in a sleepy maze Got my tollbooth throne, under this Amsterdam night The city's a heartbeat, muffled in the fading light Collecting stories, whispering in the breeze Every face a journey, searching for some ease Couple in the back seat, holding hands so tight Truck driver lost in thought, eyes fixed on the headlights Young girl singing loud, humming a tune so sweet The sound of a lifetime, racing on this street Got my tollbooth throne, under this Amsterdam night The city's a heartbeat, muffled in the fading light Collecting stories, whispering in the breeze Every face a journey, searching for some ease The fog rolls thicker, shadows start to play Another day fading, washed away by the gray But the rhythm keeps moving, a constant, steady sway Just another bridge, crossing on this lonely way Maybe I'm a guardian, a silent, steady guide Watching them sail through, with nowhere left to hide Just a flicker in the darkness, a flame within the cold A story in each face, a tale yet to be told The moon peeks through the clouds, a silver crescent gleam Illuminating faces, lost in a whispered dream The canal reflects the stars, a twinkling, shimmering scene And the city holds its breath, in this nocturnal, serene Got my tollbooth throne, under this Amsterdam night The city's a heartbeat, muffled in the fading light Collecting stories, whispering in the breeze Every face a journey, searching for some ease The dawn breaks over the city, a golden, hazy hue Another day begins, bathed in a morning dew And I stand here watching, as the world comes into view Collecting stories, whispered in the morning blue Got my tollbooth throne, under this Amsterdam night The city's a heartbeat, muffled in the fading light Collecting stories, whispering in the breeze Every face a journey, searching for some ease

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