Coming Round
Who can I get to agree
Why did I think that we were through
Cause you have decided that you just would keep me around
And I thought that I would be leaving soon
I didn't meet your demands
But what did that mean to you?
You are like some kind of disease
You told me to freeze
And I thought I would be leaving soon
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
You have dropped it down, it is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
You have dropped it down, it is nowhere to be found
Coming, coming, coming, coming round
Why did I think that we were through
Who can I get to agree
Cause you have decided that you just would keep me around
I thought that I would be leaving soon
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
Coming, coming, coming, coming round
I struggle just to stay alive; there is no we
My soul has been sucked through my skin [pause] and removed
I dream of the happy day when I run through these streets
Running wild and breathing in [Pause] sweet release
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
Coming, coming, coming, coming round
Why did I think that we were through
Cause you have decided that you just would keep me around
And I thought that I would be leaving soon
I didn't meet your demands
But what did that mean to you?
You are like some kind of disease
You told me to freeze
And I thought I would be leaving soon
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
You have dropped it down, it is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
You have dropped it down, it is nowhere to be found
Coming, coming, coming, coming round
Why did I think that we were through
Who can I get to agree
Cause you have decided that you just would keep me around
I thought that I would be leaving soon
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
Coming, coming, coming, coming round
I struggle just to stay alive; there is no we
My soul has been sucked through my skin [pause] and removed
I dream of the happy day when I run through these streets
Running wild and breathing in [Pause] sweet release
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
See, my soul is nowhere to be found
Coming, coming, coming, coming round
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Writer(s): Bill Anderson
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