Paroles

Locked in a stalemate with a man who bars no holds Rock and a hard place, he's battering control What am I waiting for? Feet planted beneath My compass, my transport Finding out which way the road's got you pulled Oh, is it a Great Lake or somewhere you've been from? What am I here for? Clouds up above Evergreen out the window
Writer(s): Mitchell Cutts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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