Paroles

This ain't a party No this isn't a calling But you always find a way, way Riches turn to gold But I fold in the fire Running through the smoke towards the sun Feening for time (am I) See through See through Fading Counting down See through See through Fading If it's just a dream You should know It's how you make it up And only you could fake the feeling You construct If it's just a dream You should know What's real lives in your gut Am I somebody? (Oh) Am I somebody? Give until it's time to take Well at least that's what my mother told me But fear is strong See through See through Fading Counting down See through See through Fading If it's just a dream You should know It's how you make it up And only you could fake the feeling You construct If it's just a dream You should know What's real lives in your gut Am I somebody? (Oh) Am I somebody?
Writer(s): Ryan Bandong, Timothy Ferguson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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