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JP Cooper
JP Cooper
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Phil Simmonds
Phil Simmonds
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Hannah Vasanth
Hannah Vasanth
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Jack Shepherd
Jack Shepherd
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Lizzie Nightingale
Lizzie Nightingale
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Nicky Brown
Nicky Brown
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JP Cooper
JP Cooper
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Ben Kohn
Ben Kohn
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Peter Kelleher
Peter Kelleher
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Sam Roman
Sam Roman
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Tom Barnes
Tom Barnes
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Phil Simmonds
Phil Simmonds
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Alex 'Cores' Hayes
Alex 'Cores' Hayes
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Hannah Vasanth
Hannah Vasanth
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Mikis Michaelides
Mikis Michaelides
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Matt Colton
Matt Colton
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Слова

Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy Two paths stretching out in front of me I'm walking the one less heavenly now Sometimes I forget about honesty Sometimes I forget about modesty Days turn into months, I can't figure it out But I'm grateful today for my dad, he'll show me the way So I wash my hands in the holy water Just like my father on a Sunday morning Starting again, starting again Far too many times I ignored the warning 'Cause sometimes falling is the sweetest feeling I did it again, did it again One step at a time, we go steadily (go steadily) Two step in the club is no remedy (no remedy) Footstep in the sand, Lord carry me now (Ooh, some days) Some days I'll be searching in the bottle (Ooh, some nights) Some nights I'll be sinking to the bottom (Ooh, some highs) Some highs got me thinking I'll never come down (I'll never come down) (So) so I wash my hands in the holy water Just like my father on a Sunday morning Starting again, starting again (far too many times) Far too many times I ignored the warning 'Cause sometimes falling is the sweetest feeling I did it again, did it again (did it again) So I wash my hands in the holy water Just like my father on a Sunday morning (I'm starting again) starting again, starting again Far too many times I ignored the warning 'Cause sometimes falling is the sweetest feeling I did it again, did it again (oh, did it again) So I wash my hands in the holy water Just like my father on a Sunday morning Starting again, starting again (oh, far too many times) Far too many times, I ignored the warning 'Cause sometimes falling is the sweetest feeling I did it again, did it again (yeah, yeah) Far too many times Far too many times, times So I'm washing my hands Did it again, again, again, again
Writer(s): Thomas Andrew Searle Barnes, Benjamin Alexander Kohn, Peter Norman Cullen Kelleher, John Paul Cooper, Samuel Elliot Roman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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