Augustana - Hurricane Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Hurricane By Augustana?
Down on Third Avenue
The singer's singin' the blues And I got nothin' to lose I'm just comin' back for you Well, life is a sign of the times And faith is a sight for the blind And love is a riddle and a rhyme And time goes quickly by Like hell on high wire I'm caught in a wildfire Lights are blinding River's winding Heaven's rain fell On fallen angels Never minding the silver lining Well, you can only pray When you're waiting out the hurricane Waiting out the hurricane Well, sinners sin with the saints And givers give what they take Come on, and lovers love what you hate Man I know it's never too late Like hell on high wire I'm caught in a wildfire Lights are blinding River's winding Heaven's rain fell On fallen angels Never minding the silver lining Well, you can only pray When you're waiting out the hurricane Waiting out the hurricane The rider's out on the run The valley leads to the sun All colors bleed into one Like hell on high wire I'm caught in a wildfire Lights are blinding River's winding Heaven's rain fell On fallen angels Never minding the silver lining Well, you can only pray When you're waiting out the hurricane Waiting out the hurricane |
Who Wrote Hurricane By Augustana?
Chris Sachtleban, Christopher Sachtleben, Dan Layus, Jared Palomar, John Fredericks, Justin South
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What's The Duration Of The Hurricane By Augustana?The duration of Hurricane is 5:20 minutes and seconds. |
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