Songteksten

Sharp tongue and you play the one Who holds to the pain but the day is young Yeah comin' alive has got to be a bitch You spent time with a maragold Who showed you the way but the way got old Choose any road that you like it won't matter which If you slip and slide enough you're gonna fall Or keep on dodging all the wrecking balls Hand writing on the wall when you have it all or nothing So if you and I break into it armed and running wild And if you would fly naked through the storm bide in the eye And if you could try taking a miracle right where you lie And hold her Evergreen is golder Rollin' eyes when you walk away It's only a game but it's yours to play Such a state of a mind has got to be a bitch Don't get me wrong I can see you believe that you need it before it's all gone But I got 2000 miles if you just give an inch If you slip and slide enough you're gonna fall Or keep on dodging from the wrecking balls Hand writing on the wall when you have it all or nothing So if you and I break into it armed and running wild And if you would fly naked through the storm bide in the eye And if you could try taking a miracle right where you lie And hold her Evergreen is golder Maybe you sing a new melody with the same song And if you lose you into the forth and steady with the hard line With the words that are ready when heart shines With the soulfull confetti for the party time If you break another fall Take and have it all If you slip and slide enough you're gonna fall Or keep on dodging on the wrecking balls Hand writing on the wall when you have it all or nothing Oh, you and I break into it armed And if you would fly naked through the storm bide in the eye And if you could try taking a miracle right where you lie And hold her So if you and I break into it armed and running wild And if you would fly naked through the storm bide in the eye And if you could try taking a miracle right where you lie And hold her Evergreen is golder (it's got to be a bitch) Got to be a bitch It's got to be a bitch It's got to be a bitch Sometimes when you play the while Host to the pain but the day is young
Writer(s): Kevin Vecchione, Albert Howe, Greg Howe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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