Franco - To Survive Lyrics
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To Survive
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What Are The Lyrics For To Survive By Franco?
Don't you worry about a thing
Life is full of lies as usual They can't touch I Don't ever touch I I say, Believe in what is real Learn a thing about respect What's you're a negativity Throw away your sorrows Believe in how you feel To survive We pick up all the pieces To survive We learn from our mistakes To make it magical, less visual Freedom Down a fourth ounces to freedom Won't you come go my away will make it today Gone my quarter pound back to freedom Floating along the way, come and play And will make a fan To survive We pick up all the pieces To survive We learn from our mistakes To make it magical, less visual Top of the world Will be alive high into the sky Will be the same I out of control Top of the world Will be alive high witness the sky Will be the same I out of control Top of the world Will be alive high into the sky Will be the same I out of control Top of the world Will be alive high into the sky To survive We pick up all the pieces To survive We learn from our mistakes To make it magical, less visual To survive We pick up all the pieces To survive We learn from our mistakes To make it magical, less visual To survive We pick up all the pieces To survive We learn from our mistakes To make it magical, less visual |
Who Wrote To Survive By Franco?
Franco C. Reyes
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What's The Duration Of The To Survive By Franco?The duration of To Survive is 4:39 minutes and seconds. |
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