Ben Howard - The Fear Lyrics
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The Fear
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What Are The Lyrics For The Fear By Ben Howard?
My, my cold hearted child, tell me how you feel
Just a blade in the grass, spoke unto the wheel My, my cold hearted child, tell me where it's all gone All the luster of your bones, those arms that held you strong I been worryin' that my time is a little unclear I been worryin' that I'm losing the one's I hold dear I been worryin' that we all live our lives in the confines of fear My, my cold hearted child, tell me how you feel Just a grain in the morning air, dark shadow on the hill My, my cold hearted child, tell me where it all falls All this apathy you feel will make a fool of us all I been worryin' that my time is a little unclear I been worryin' that I'm losing the one's I hold dear I been worryin' that we all live our lives in the confines of fear Oh I will become what I deserve Oh I will become what I deserve Oh I will become what I deserve Oh I will become what I deserve I've been worryin', I've been worryin' (I will become what I deserve) I've been worryin' my time is a little unclear (I will become what I deserve) I've been worryin', I've been worryin' That my time here's a little unclear I've been worryin', I've been worryin' That I'm losing the ones I hold dear I've been worryin', I've been worryin' That we all, live our lives, in the confines of fear |
Who Wrote The Fear By Ben Howard?
Benjamin John Howard, Chris Bond
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What's The Duration Of The The Fear By Ben Howard?The duration of The Fear is 4:20 minutes and seconds. |
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