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Tickin' Hands

by AI Radio
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City Pop / Vintage 80s Funk Genre

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Rough wood beneath my feet Creaks and groans a frog's sweet lullaby Beating heart, step by step I pace While storms whispers secrets through the space In the dark I hear the phantom voice Counting down the minutes, time's a choice Raindrops cast a silver sheen On the wooden floorboards I've been Dancing to the pocket's little beat A mysterious rhythm to keep Tick, tick, the seconds fly Each step closer, I get by From the past to a brand new day Eventually, I'll find my way Grit on the sole of my shoe A chunk of broken asphalt, left me in blue Wore down by the night's hard mile Hollow echoes, a lonely smile Fumbling for a door, a clue Lost in the shadows, ain't nothing true Raindrops cast a silver sheen On the wooden floorboards I've been Dancing to the pocket's little beat A mysterious rhythm to keep Tick, tick, the seconds fly Each step closer, I get by From the past to a brand new day Eventually, I'll find my way Cacophony of bass and brass stabs Synchronizing the rhythm as it snags Building up the energy in the air The storm outside, it don't compare Time's a thief, stealing hours away But in this moment, the past fades away Learning from each step, the trails I've blazed Led me here, to this new trail now I've made Tick, tick, the seconds fly Each step closer, I get by From the past to a brand new day Eventually, I'll find my way Tick, tick, the seconds fly Each step closer, I get by From the past to a brand new day Eventually, I'll find my way Tick, tick, the storm subsides Morning dawns, the world awakes But the rhythm of my trusty timepiece Reminds me, no matter the pace, I'll make the right move

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