Disciple - Things Left Unsaid [*] Lyrics
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Things Left Unsaid [*]
Things Left Unsaid [*] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Things Left Unsaid [*] By Disciple?
Just a matter of time a few days ago,
I saw you you were fine Remembering what you said About the book you read The one I got you the beginning of the end Oh how we talked, for hours upon end What I would give just to do it again Your lying there in this hospital bed Won't you open your eyes And lets talk once again. If you fly away tonight, I wanna tell you that I love you. I hope that you can hear me, I hope that you can feel me. If you fly away tonight, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry, That I never told you When we were face to face. Well I've been here all night And I'm watching you Breathe in and Breathe out Is it really you or just a machiene That's giving you life and Making it seem that there could be hope I could say it to your face? If it weren't for you then There would be no grace That's covered my life. You took the time to speak into my mind And my harsh words were lies If you fly away tonight I wanna tell you that I love you I hope that you can hear me I hope that you can feel me If you fly away tonight I wanna tell you that I'm sorry That I never told you When we were face to face |
Who Wrote Things Left Unsaid [*] By Disciple?
Bradley Michael Noah, Kevin Duane Young, Timothy Dwayne Barrett
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What's The Duration Of The Things Left Unsaid [*] By Disciple?The duration of Things Left Unsaid [*] is 4:12 minutes and seconds. |
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