Stop For The Traffic – Through The Heart Of Me

Stop for the traffic, maybe I can see
Remains of a flower, stump of a tree
Shaking hands with people who are smiling desperately
Trying to win over through, through the heart of me

Buildings tall, people small, maybe they can’t see
That the sun keeps shining down on little old me

Well I’m walking down the main street, but their eyes just can’t see
They’re trying to win over through, through the heart of me

Oh tell me!

Stop for the traffic, maybe I can see
Remains of a flower, stump of a tree
I’m shaking hands with people who are smiling desperately
Trying to win over through, through the heart of me

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