Ann Beretta - Better Days Lyrics
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Better Days
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What Are The Lyrics For Better Days By Ann Beretta?
Blind sided but you won't walk away,
We all change you know that I try to stay the same. You play a new face, a new game, 'Til we've all seen better days. So look around, fallen off again, Look us in the eyes but you'll never understand. There's two side to every story they say, And a little bit of heart ache won't change And it's killing me! We're untouchable, teen idols, Working class heroes lost along the way. And it's a sign of the times, Of the times They're killing me! Frustration, salvation, Too much destruction coming over me. And it's a sign of the times, And the times They're killing me! Red handed, but you don't wash away, We all change you know that I try to stay the same. You play a new face, a new game, 'Til we've all seen better days. So look around, fallen off again, Look us in the eyes but you'll never understand. There's two side to every story they say, And a little bit of heart ache won't fade And it's killing me! We're untouchable, teen idols, Working class heroes lost along the way. And it's a sign of the times, Of the times They're killing me! Frustration, salvation, Too much destruction coming over me. And it's a sign of the times, And the times They're killing me! It's killing me! We're untouchable, teen idols, Working class heroes lost along the way. And it's a sign of the times, Of the times They're killing me! Frustration, salvation, Too much destruction coming over me. And it's a sign of the times, And the times They're killing me! |
Who Wrote Better Days By Ann Beretta?
Baker, Jones, Soroski, Touchette
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What's The Duration Of The Better Days By Ann Beretta?The duration of Better Days is 3:18 minutes and seconds. |
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