3 of a Different Kind - There's a Rhythm to These Streets

What's Wrong With You

This bittersweet life we call are own
We call are own

Stop wishing we'll hide the truth
On the inside, from everybody here
Trying to be another face, in the crowd
Like everybody here

We are nothing but shadows fading away
Trying to hold onto
This bittersweet life
We call are own

Stop wishing we'll hide the truth
On the inside, from everybody here
Trying to be another face, in the crowd
Like everybody here

Stop trying to be
Soemone you not
Someone you used to be
This bittersweet life
You call your own
Is not your own
You've left behind

We are nothing but shadows.
Fading away.trying to hold onto...

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Writer(s): Kevin Welch, Walter Wilson
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