Ghostpoet - Leave Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Leave By Ghostpoet?
So, we climb every mountain
Then we swam every sea We just streaming our living All for minimal fees Holidays on the telly Luminating the [?] Saddest eyes getting heavy Till [?] We live and we leave Nobody knows When it will be Can't let it bother me We live and we leave Nobody knows When it will be Can't let it bother me They say go live every minute Soak it up like a sponge I guess if you're motivated Shit like that could be fun But I'm not dumb, I read papers People blacker than blue People so down the river Could be me, could be you We live and we leave Nobody knows When it will be Can't let it bother me We live and we leave Nobody knows When it will be Can't let it bother me I'm afraid of the future I've forgiven the past Got my head above water Wonder how long I'll last Need to care 'bout our Mary Feet don't fail me now Out of focus and weary Grasping onto the now I guess we live and we leave Nobody knows When it will be Can't let it bother me We live and we leave Nobody knows When it will be Can't let it bother me I can't let it bother me Can't let it bother me Nah, I can't let it bother me Can't let it bother me Can't let it bother me I can't let it bother me Can't let it bother me Nah, I can't let it bother me |
Who Wrote Leave By Ghostpoet?
Obaro Ejimiwe
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What's The Duration Of The Leave By Ghostpoet?The duration of Leave is 3:48 minutes and seconds. |
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