3 Doors Down - Pages Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Pages By 3 Doors Down?
What happens to a man when
He spills his heart on a page And he watches words float away then. His feelings lie over a page alone. There waiting for someone who cares to read them. To open there eyes to see them. To see if they can make his thoughts their own. To find out that maybe your life's not perfect Maybe it's not worth what he gives away You can see that this broken soul is bleeding. So you conceive your feelings inside your self And wonder through my heart Letting you see through me now it consumes me. Forget your pain, and watch me fall apart. What happens to a soul when he's trapped inside his emotions. And all of these words he's spoken that bind him to the life he left behind. And every new step he takes he knows that He might not make it to all Of these dreams he has yet to find. That maybe your life's is not perfect Or Maybe it's not worth what he gives away. You can see that this broken soul is bleeding. So you conceive your feelings inside your self And wonder through my heart Letting you see through me now it consumes me. Forget your pain, and watch me fall apart. As I fall apart. You can see that this broken soul is bleeding. So you conceive your feelings inside your self And wonder through my heart Letting you see through me now it consumes me. Forget your pain, and watch me fall apart. As I fall apart. |
Who Wrote Pages By 3 Doors Down?
Bradley Kirk Arnold, Christopher Lee Henderson, Matthew Darrick Roberts, Robert Todd Harrell
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What's The Duration Of The Pages By 3 Doors Down?The duration of Pages is 3:48 minutes and seconds. |
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