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Isaac Tate IV
Isaac Tate IV
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Xavier Hicks
Xavier Hicks
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Lyrics

A picture worth a thousand words
Every time I see you, my pages turn
A flower bloomed off the curb
State pollution leaves turn wet to burn
I was living to die at birth
You can miss your well if you haven't learned
Whatever's holding you back (Goodbye)
You can never win (If you don't try)
Mother Nature (Meets Father Time)
Find your truth (In these web of lies)
Whatever's holding you back (Goodbye)
You can never win (If you don't try)
Mother Nature (Meets Father Time)
Find your truth (In these web of lies)
Sorry I couldn't answer my phone
I'm gone until it's 6 in the morning
Longing, for a love that is strong and
Running from the
End is frightening
You can find me on my way home and
I'll be there just lying alone and
Scared to be, caught up in the moment
But you can read
It's in my diary
Tryna find the faith to tell
Screaming out but no one hears the yell
Scarred by the age of 12
There must be some heaven, I done been through hell
Whatever's holding you back (Goodbye)
You can never win (If you don't try)
Mother Nature (Meets Father Time)
Find your truth (In these web of lies)
Whatever's holding you back (Goodbye)
You can never win (If you don't try)
Mother Nature (Meets Father Time)
Find your truth (In these web of lies)
Sorry I couldn't answer my phone
I'm gone until it's 6 in the morning
Longing, for a love that is strong and
Running from the
End is frightening
You can find me on my way home and
I'll be there just lying alone and
Scared to be, caught up in the moment
But you can read
It's in my diary
One of these days
You'll kneel and pray
Searching for the answers why
In your doubt
You'll find out
It's okay to cry
Sorry I couldn't answer my phone
I'm gone until it's 6 in the morning
Longing, for a love that is strong and
Running from the
End is frightening
You can find me on my way home and
I'll be there just lying alone and
Scared to be, caught up in the moment
But you can read
It's in my diary
Written by: Isaac Tate IV
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