Weekly Song #22 - Martha Ticket

from by Roger Heathers

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lyrics

No wait
No time at all
Had passed before our eyes

If it's a question of faith
Then why can't I ever decide?

No eyes
No will to see
Until those bricks were gone

I stand on top of the pile
And look down on what I have done

It feels like years, years
Years of isolation

You're out there somewhere, Martha Ticket
Go back home

I guess it's the only way to fly

It feels like years, years
Years of isolation

You're out there somewhere, Martha Ticket
Go back home

You're out there somewhere, Martha Ticket
Go back home

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from Weekly Songs 15​-​28, released May 15, 2017

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