Built Under the Sun
This life wasn't made for me
Oh no
Oh no
Cos when I walk in the suns just coming up
And then I step out and it's on its way down
It's not how I wanna get tired
Oh no
Oh no
My baby works each and every day
And when he comes home at least he got things to say
Built under the sun
Something to call his own
What do I have a misplaced soul?
As I'm getting closer I'm getting a hold
Nobody pull me back I'm getting old
I'm getting old
I'm getting old
This life wasn't made for me
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Cos when I walk in the suns just coming up
And then I step out and it's on its way down
It's not how I wanna get tired
Oh no
Oh no
My baby works each and every day
And when he comes home at least he got things to say
Built under the sun
Something to call his own
What do I have a misplaced soul?
As I'm getting closer I'm getting a hold
Nobody pull me back I'm getting old
I'm getting old
I'm getting old
This life wasn't made for me
Oh no
Oh no
Credits
Writer(s): Suzan Dlouhy
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