歌词

Clay birds On the wire Wind blows For days, days, days The tape rolls Fly higher Out of control Waste, waste, waste Oh I'm afraid to go If you're not wrong it means not living at all Oh I'm afraid to call The kind of low when it's no meaning at all Gonna find a piece And I'm forever bound for ever leaving Oh I'm afraid to go If you're not wrong it means not living at all Day falls I don't know it Any luck on your wild catch Dying to know Of your fake loving Don't hold Such waste, waste, waste Oh I'm afraid to go If you're not wrong it means not living at all Oh I'm afraid to call The kind of low when it's no meaning at all Gonna find a piece And I'm forever bound for ever leaving Oh I'm afraid to go If you're not wrong it means not living at all
Writer(s): Petter Winnberg, Nils Tornqvist, Gustav Ejstes, Pontus Winnberg, Amanda Bergman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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