Emm Gryner - Young Rebel Lyrics
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Young Rebel
Young Rebel Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Young Rebel By Emm Gryner?
1:45 and I feel barely alive
I think of you in these times Soundcheck handstands in an icicle land Carbon monoxide hymns in your hands Young rebel with your head in the sky You're never coming down, you're never gonna die Young rebel with your head in the sky You're never coming down, you're never gonna die And then you trace your face with some late-summer grace Gun down all the suits in this place If the sun comes back like a sniper in black You know how to medicate the sadness attack Young rebel with your head in the sky You're never coming down, you're never gonna die Young rebel with your head in the sky You're never coming down, you're never gonna die Turning the page with your mischief and rage Silent like a spy backstage Forget the cocaine and wine because you're much smarter live I think of you just to save me some time Young rebel with your head in the sky You're never coming down, you're never gonna die Young rebel with your head in the sky You're never coming down, you're never gonna die Young rebel with your head in the sky You're never coming down you're never gonna die (Sing till the end of the world comes by Give us all a number while we're wondering why) |
Who Wrote Young Rebel By Emm Gryner?
Emmy Gryner, Wally Gagel
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What's The Duration Of The Young Rebel By Emm Gryner?The duration of Young Rebel is 3:30 minutes and seconds. |
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