Dashboard Confessional - Drowning Lyrics
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Drowning
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What Are The Lyrics For Drowning By Dashboard Confessional?
Am I drowning you out
Bursts of defection If everything was up to me I would be gone by the first sign The first sign of hope I'd be packed up and out of my way Time has been spread so thin It's just hours till the day begins And the things that are you keeping you here are not keeping me here The things that are keeping you here are keeping me away You'll be sorry, isn't that what they'll say? Don't follow your heart cause it just seems to get in your way Don't ever leave here And mope at your leisure And straighten out your crease dear And truth is in a tall beer Are you drowning your fear With a glass of deception When everything is easy then everything will be okay When everything is easy then you won't be sad that you stayed Time has been spread so thin It's just hours till the day begins And the things that are you keeping you here are not keeping me here The things that are keeping you here are keeping me away You'll be sorry, isn't that what they'll say? Don't follow your heart cause it just seems to get in your way Don't ever leave here And mope at your leisure And straighten out your priest dear And truth is in a jar here |
Who Wrote Drowning By Dashboard Confessional?
Chris Barnes, Allen West
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What's The Duration Of The Drowning By Dashboard Confessional?The duration of Drowning is 3:18 minutes and seconds. |
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