歌词

I, I'm closing up You, you fall apart Now, we've got to run Hope, burns like a match We've got to find, a way to catch God, they run so fast God! God! I know I've got something to fight for I know I've got some things to sort And somehow I feel, oh so alone and I am the last of the flock
Writer(s): Panagiotis Tsiakalos, Psalti Sarah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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