David & the Citizens - Things They Hold So Dear Lyrics
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Things They Hold So Dear
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What Are The Lyrics For Things They Hold So Dear By David & the Citizens?
They talk about nothing in here they talk about nothing all the time
And they tell you how you should work and they tell you how you should act But it doesn't count it doesn't count Fly over their heads and out of here passing all things they hold so dear While they keep talking while they're all speaking I can't hear Cause I don't care I'm only bothered by the fact that they're all so pretty pretty pretty pretty They talk about nothing in here they talk about nothing all the time And they tell you how you should work and they tell you how you should act But it doesn't count no it doesn't count Fly over their heads and out of here passing all things they hold so dear While they keep talking while they're all speaking but I can't hear Cause I don't care I'm only bothered by the fact that they're all so pretty pretty pretty pretty If the apple falls close to the tree what does it really mean to me Am I gonna fall? am I gonna grow just like you dear? I'm really bothered by the fact that you're not here |
Who Wrote Things They Hold So Dear By David & the Citizens?
Conny Andreas Fridh, David Johan Fridlund, Magnus Carl Bjerkert
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What's The Duration Of The Things They Hold So Dear By David & the Citizens?The duration of Things They Hold So Dear is 4:07 minutes and seconds. |
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