DevilDriver - Wasted Years Lyrics

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Wasted Years

Wasted Years Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Wasted Years By DevilDriver?
From the coast of gold across the seven seas
I'm traveling on far and wide But now it seems I'm just a stranger to myself And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else I close my eyes and think of home Another city goes by in the night Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's gone away And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my dying day So understand, don't waste your time Always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand And realize you're living in the golden years Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind Can't ease this pain so easily When you can't find the words to say It's hard to make it through another day And it makes me wanna cry and throw my hands up to the sky So understand, don't waste your time Always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand And realize you're living in the golden years I'm traveling on I'm traveling on I'm traveling So understand, don't waste your time Always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand And realize you're living in the golden years So understand, don't waste your time Always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand And realize you're living in the golden years Golden years |
Who Wrote Wasted Years By DevilDriver?
Adrian Frederick Smith
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What's The Duration Of The Wasted Years By DevilDriver?The duration of Wasted Years is 5:00 minutes and seconds. |
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