Glass Animals - Youth Lyrics
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Youth
Youth Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Youth By Glass Animals?
Boy, when I left you, you were young
I was gone, but not my love You were clearly meant for more Than a life lost in the war I want you to be happy Free to run, get dizzy on caffeine Funny friends that make you laugh And maybe you're just a little bit dappy Fly Feel your mother at your side Don't you know you got my eyes I'll make you fly You'll be happy all the time I know you can make it right Boy, now your life is back-to-front But you'll see that's not for long 'Cause I know you'll feel the ghost Of some memories so warm Boy, I want you to be happy Free to run, get dizzy on caffeine Funny friends that make you laugh And maybe you're just a little bit dappy Fly Feel your mother at your side Don't you know you got my eyes I'll make you fly You'll be happy all the time I know you can make it right Boy, I want you to be happy Free to run, get dizzy on caffeine Funny friends that make you laugh And maybe you're just a little bit dappy Fly Feel your mother at your side Don't you know you got my eyes I'll make you fly You'll be happy all the time I know you can make it right I'll make you Boy, I want you to be happy Free to run, get dizzy on caffeine Funny friends that make you laugh And maybe you're just a little bit |
Who Wrote Youth By Glass Animals?
David Algernon Bayley
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What's The Duration Of The Youth By Glass Animals?The duration of Youth is 3:50 minutes and seconds. |
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