Daughtry - Breakdown Lyrics
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Breakdown
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What Are The Lyrics For Breakdown By Daughtry?
Open up the book you beat me with again
Read it off one sentence at a time I'm tired of all the lines Convictions and your lies What right do you have to point at me? Well, I'm sitting alone thinking about it all over coffee And still crowdin' my space are the things you still hold against me You cannot save me Well, it's not the time to breakdown Well, it's not the time to breakdown Well, it's not the time to break up this love Keep it together now It's not the time to break Read it all, no need for separating here You see what you want and try to justify All your little lines Convictions and your lies What right do you have to point at me? Well, I'm sitting alone thinking about it all over coffee And still crowdin' my space are the things you still hold against me You cannot save me Well, it's not the time to breakdown Well, it's not the time to breakdown Well, it's not the time to break up this love Keep it together now It's not the time to break Open up the book you beat me with again Read it off one sentence at a time Well, it's not the time to breakdown Well, it's not the time to breakdown Well, it's not the time to breakdown Well, it's not the time to breakdown Well, it's not the time to breakdown Well, it's not the time to break up this love Keep it together now Well, it's not the time to break Breakdown |
Who Wrote Breakdown By Daughtry?
Christopher A. Daughtry
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