Lyrics to Oh Jim
Life is full of questions,
Of stars of constellations
And we cannot erase the nights
Spending in another way of life
But we know that it's Ok
Cause the soul follows its way
And the few we are not
Is on the edge of...
Oh Jim, there's still a place
Where all the minds can live together
Oh Jim, there's still a place
Where all the doors are made of whisper
And in this world, where you go
Time will get slow
On the edge of this world
Words just need emotion
To be written with inspiration
And tonight the way I feel
Makes me wonder what is fake or real
But we know that it's Ok
Cause the life follows its way
And the few we are not
Is on the edge of...
Oh Jim, there's still a place
Where all the minds can live together
Oh Jim, there's still a place
Where all the doors are made of whisper
And in this world, where you go
Time will get slow
On the edge of this world
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Oh Jim, there's still a place
Where all the minds can live together
Oh Jim, there's still a place
Where all the doors are made of whisper
And in this world, where you go
Time will get slow
On the edge of this world.
Of stars of constellations
And we cannot erase the nights
Spending in another way of life
But we know that it's Ok
Cause the soul follows its way
And the few we are not
Is on the edge of...
Oh Jim, there's still a place
Where all the minds can live together
Oh Jim, there's still a place
Where all the doors are made of whisper
And in this world, where you go
Time will get slow
On the edge of this world
Words just need emotion
To be written with inspiration
And tonight the way I feel
Makes me wonder what is fake or real
But we know that it's Ok
Cause the life follows its way
And the few we are not
Is on the edge of...
Oh Jim, there's still a place
Where all the minds can live together
Oh Jim, there's still a place
Where all the doors are made of whisper
And in this world, where you go
Time will get slow
On the edge of this world
Instru X 2
Oh Jim, there's still a place
Where all the minds can live together
Oh Jim, there's still a place
Where all the doors are made of whisper
And in this world, where you go
Time will get slow
On the edge of this world.
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