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On My Way Home
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Próximos concertos de Steve Lukather

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steve Lukather
Steve Lukather
Performer
Glen Berger
Glen Berger
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Lukather
Steve Lukather
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Lukather
Steve Lukather
Producer
CJ Vanston
CJ Vanston
Producer
Steve MacMillan
Steve MacMillan
Producer

Letra

It's a eleven am, where the hell am I Is that time again, it seems that I just close my eyes As I wipe off the sweats of a last dance disguise Soccer at noon, I've a lovely goal The light burns my eyes, there's a star to cross The bus leaves is soon, I don't care at all And as the years begin to show me My life in times and men I see The years are here I thought the dreams had change Well it's just another brainless jobs Something buying deep inside Never felt so tired and on our own (tired and on our own) It's just a thousand lonely miles, till I hold you there to see you smile I won't despise tomorrow, I'm a little stoned I'm on my way home And as years begin to show me My life in time will never see The years are here, while other three and change Well there's just another lonely jobs Something buying deep inside Never felt so tired and on our own (tired and our own) I's just a thousand lonely miles, till I hold you there to see you smile I won't despise tomorrow, I'm a little stoned Well it's just another brainless jobs Something buying deep inside Never felt so tired and on our own (tired and on our own) It's just a thousand lonely miles, till I hold you there to see you smile I won't despise tomorrow, I'm a little stoned I'm on my way home
Writer(s): Steven Lukather, Cj Vanston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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