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Keane
Keane
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K'naan
K'naan
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Tim Rice-Oxley
Tim Rice-Oxley
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Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
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Jesse Quin
Jesse Quin
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Jerry Clack
Jerry Clack
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Roland Neffe
Roland Neffe
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Tom Chaplin
Tom Chaplin
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Richard Hughes
Richard Hughes
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Keinan Abdi Warsame
Keinan Abdi Warsame
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Tim Rice-Oxley
Tim Rice-Oxley
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Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
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Beatriz Artola
Beatriz Artola
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Phil Tan
Phil Tan
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Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, woah oh Some days, feel my soul has left my body Feel I'm floating high above me Like I'm looking down upon me Start sinking, every time I get to thinking It's easier to keep on moving Never stop to let the truth in Sometimes I feel like it's all been done Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one Sometimes I wanna change everything I've ever done I'm too tired to fight and yet too scared to run And if I stop for a minute I think about things I really don't wanna know And I'm the first to admit it Without you I'm a liner stranded in an ice floe Yeah I feel like a thief who has no faith Made immortal by the grade Of the drugs you took that day Sinking in the pain he's been inflicting Yet he's feeling like the victim Just a horoscope's to blame Sometimes I feel like a little lost child Sometimes I feel like the chosen one Sometimes I wanna shout out 'til everything goes quiet Sometimes I wonder why I was ever born And if I stop for a minute I think about things I really don't wanna know And I'm the first to admit it Without you I'm a child and so wherever you go I will follow One... yeah And baby you are just beautiful from crown to your cuticles You held down my two sons, you never frown when duty calls You know me, I gave you more than you can handle But you still keep a handle on it, even when I take Some beautiful and vandal on it No more females? Well how come my email's got notes on a scandal It's like Eve with the apple A priest in the chapel Overcome by the devil's tackle I'm still shackling the bad 'til I know I'm such a hassle every time I let my thoughts go I get baffled so I hardly pause I just crossed seas with these gnarly broads Because it hurts me just to see what I finally lost So I guess I'm just a fiend Consumed by the scene The stage and the screens Where it's just me and Keane And if I stop for a minute I think about things I really don't wanna know So I guess I'm just a fiend Consumed by the scene And I'm the first to admit it Without you I'm a liner stranded in an ice floe The stage and the screens Where it's just me and Keane Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh...
Writer(s): Timothy James Rice-oxley, Keinan Abdi Warsame, Richard David Hughes, Tom Chaplin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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