Aidan Hawken - Wasted Days Lyrics
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Wasted Days
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What Are The Lyrics For Wasted Days By Aidan Hawken?
Well I waited
For the sun to set that day Before I made up my mind I'd be on my way And I looked back in time To catch a glimpse of you But I didn't see anyone I knew So don't believe them When they say I'm coming back I need a while today I need to get away I'd give my eyes for a new yesterday Can't stand one moment more Of these wasted Wasted days Isolated I am Trapped at my front door And I wait until dark And I walk through this cold I don't trust anyone And the last thing you said Was don't believe them When they say I'm coming back don't believe them When they say I'm coming back I need a while today I need to get away I'd give my eyes for a new yesterday Can't stand one moment more Of these days Forgive me if my eyes should fail And if I fade to black I keep on walking towards horizons And I try not to look back The people left behind me All have vanished there's no trace And I can't say that I've been better But I'm glad to be gone from this place Wasted Days No, it's not enough for me Just to stand here With my back against the wall I need a while today I need to get away I'd give my eyes for a new yesterday Can't stand one moment more Of these wasted days I feel lost, I feel small, from these Wasted days |
Who Wrote Wasted Days By Aidan Hawken?
Aidan Hawken, Jason Borger, Jonathan Wiesler
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What's The Duration Of The Wasted Days By Aidan Hawken?The duration of Wasted Days is 4:30 minutes and seconds. |
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