Clock is Ticking
I've been sitting in the room, waiting for my green to bloom,
As we say the time is gold, you're the one who waste it all,
Who's to call, who's to need, and make my life misery,
I don't live long...
But when I hold my gun, now my soul will fall apart,
I could see the world, waving on my sad guitar,
Where I lay, do I need? Lots of mating would it be,
Where should I belong...
I...
Spread my wings and I have fly high,
Running away from your lies...
Cry...
Till your eyes have finally dry,
I smoke and die...
After all I guess, you're just wasting all my needs,
For a week or two, thought it was my remedy,
Let it pass, let it free, you abuse my memory,
Kill the pain in my brain...
I...
Spread my wings and I have fly high,
Running away from your lies...
Cry...
Till your eyes have finally dry,
I smoke and die...
I...
Spread my wings and I have fly high,
Running away from your lies...
Cry...
Till your eyes have finally dry,
I smoke and die...
I've been sitting in the room, waiting for my green to bloom,
As we say the time is gold, you're the one who waste it all...
Yea... I... I won't belong
As we say the time is gold, you're the one who waste it all,
Who's to call, who's to need, and make my life misery,
I don't live long...
But when I hold my gun, now my soul will fall apart,
I could see the world, waving on my sad guitar,
Where I lay, do I need? Lots of mating would it be,
Where should I belong...
I...
Spread my wings and I have fly high,
Running away from your lies...
Cry...
Till your eyes have finally dry,
I smoke and die...
After all I guess, you're just wasting all my needs,
For a week or two, thought it was my remedy,
Let it pass, let it free, you abuse my memory,
Kill the pain in my brain...
I...
Spread my wings and I have fly high,
Running away from your lies...
Cry...
Till your eyes have finally dry,
I smoke and die...
I...
Spread my wings and I have fly high,
Running away from your lies...
Cry...
Till your eyes have finally dry,
I smoke and die...
I've been sitting in the room, waiting for my green to bloom,
As we say the time is gold, you're the one who waste it all...
Yea... I... I won't belong
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Writer(s): Clarke Gable Dablin, Daniel Abel, Jeremy Batin, Redman Rudin
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