Stuck behind the window
I still peep like he ain't pass away
Look inside the mirror
See a man on the highway
Working round the hours
Just to make a hundred count a day
Only way to live was to do things my way
Chip near the collarbone for fate
I live sideways
Bull by the horns
While I make my way out the maze
Growing up I always I had a dream that I would fly away
Only way to dream was to think things my way
Look into my eyes you'll see differently
Looking through your eyes might see you a couple miles away
But you should count your blessings dark times are a part of me
Only have a vision when I see things my way
Look into my eyes you'll see differently
But you should count your blessings dark times are a part of me
Yeah and I see you like a mile away
Only have a vision when I see things my way
Stuck behind the window
I still peep like he ain't pass away
Look inside the mirror
See a man on the highway
Working round the hours
Just to make a hundred count
Only way to live was to do things my way
Chip near the collarbone for fate
I live sideways
Bull by the horns
While I make my way out the maze
Growing up I always I had a dream that I would fly away
Only way to dream was to think things my way
My way
My way
My way
Growing up I always I had a dream that I would fly away
Only way to dream was to think things my way
Ayden Psyche - Bohemian Lyrics
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Stuck behind the window
I still peep like he ain't pass away
Look inside the mirror
See a man on the highway
Working round the hours
Just to make a hundred count a day
Only way to live was to do things my way
Chip near the collarbone for fate
I live sideways
Bull by the horns
While I make my way out the maze
Growing up I always I had a dream that I would fly away
Only way to dream was to think things my way
Look into my eyes you'll see differently
Looking through your eyes might see you a couple miles away
But you should count your blessings dark times are a part of me
Only have a vision when I see things my way
Look into my eyes you'll see differently
But you should count your blessings dark times are a part of me
Yeah and I see you like a mile away
Only have a vision when I see things my way
Stuck behind the window
I still peep like he ain't pass away
Look inside the mirror
See a man on the highway
Working round the hours
Just to make a hundred count
Only way to live was to do things my way
Chip near the collarbone for fate
I live sideways
Bull by the horns
While I make my way out the maze
Growing up I always I had a dream that I would fly away
Only way to dream was to think things my way
My way
My way
My way
Growing up I always I had a dream that I would fly away
Only way to dream was to think things my way
I still peep like he ain't pass away
Look inside the mirror
See a man on the highway
Working round the hours
Just to make a hundred count a day
Only way to live was to do things my way
Chip near the collarbone for fate
I live sideways
Bull by the horns
While I make my way out the maze
Growing up I always I had a dream that I would fly away
Only way to dream was to think things my way
Look into my eyes you'll see differently
Looking through your eyes might see you a couple miles away
But you should count your blessings dark times are a part of me
Only have a vision when I see things my way
Look into my eyes you'll see differently
But you should count your blessings dark times are a part of me
Yeah and I see you like a mile away
Only have a vision when I see things my way
Stuck behind the window
I still peep like he ain't pass away
Look inside the mirror
See a man on the highway
Working round the hours
Just to make a hundred count
Only way to live was to do things my way
Chip near the collarbone for fate
I live sideways
Bull by the horns
While I make my way out the maze
Growing up I always I had a dream that I would fly away
Only way to dream was to think things my way
My way
My way
My way
Growing up I always I had a dream that I would fly away
Only way to dream was to think things my way
Writer: Jeptha Asiamah
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