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Ian Rhodes
Ian Rhodes
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Ian Rhodes
Ian Rhodes
Songwriter

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Been taking all these things for granted
All these years on this planet
And I know that one day soon you'll want something more
You'll be treating it like a chore
So the creeps break on back inside your home
They're waiting at your bedroom door
Trekking through the sands at night
And there's not a thing in sight
When the body washed ashore
Shook right to the earth's core
Ravaged through your house and home
And now you are all alone
But I know that someday
We will escape from the desolate Isle
So many different ways for you to go
Which way you can never be too sure
But this choice must be made so you can move ahead
It leaves you stuck right there paralyzed with dread
The creeps are catching up but there's time to change your road
So why does it feel like the end
Trekking through the sands at night
And there's not a thing in sight
When the body washed ashore
Shook right to the earth's core
Ravaged through your house and home
And now you are all alone
But I know that someday
We will escape from the desolate Isle
I know of a river that keeps on flowing
In time true colors will be showing
We can't just hide inside
We gotta run tonight
Trekking through the sands at night
And there's not a thing in sight
When the body washed ashore
Shook right to the earth's core
Ravaged through your house and home
And now you are all alone
But I know that someday
We will escape from the desolate Isle
Written by: Ian Rhodes
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