Bastille - The Driver Lyrics

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The Driver

The Driver Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Driver By Bastille?
Shout out from the bottom of my lungs
A plague on both your houses This thing It's a family affair It's drawing out my weakness Big boys don't cry They don't ask why There was a time when a moment like this Wouldn't ever cross my mind The sun will rise with my name on your lips 'Cause everything will change tonight I want to be back on the ground Where my feet touch my shadow I want to dig my heels in the dirt Feel it break between all of my toes Anything to stop floating 'round Bring me down Back down below, oh, oh, oh, oh Take breath And push the anger down Try to remember calmness Big boys don't cry They don't ask why There was a time when a moment like this Wouldn't ever cross my mind The sun will rise with my name on your lips 'Cause everything will change tonight Hey now What's the gravity upon your face So I'm the one who's bleeding Real men Always thinkin' with our fists My turn to be the victim Big boys don't cry They don't ask why There was a time when a moment like this Wouldn't ever cross my mind The sun will rise with my name on your lips 'Cause everything will change tonight There was a time when a moment like this Wouldn't ever cross my mind The sun will rise with my name on your lips 'Cause everything will change tonight |
Who Wrote The Driver By Bastille?
Mark Sterling Crew, Daniel Smith
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What's The Duration Of The The Driver By Bastille?The duration of The Driver is 4:21 minutes and seconds. |
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