Grant Lee Phillips - Squint Lyrics

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Squint

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What Are The Lyrics For Squint By Grant Lee Phillips?
I've been seeking affirmations
All night long oh and What I'm feeling in my heart it Can't be wrong No Sir I keep squinting for something I might have Done a hair different It's all up for grabs Lord, I've been squinting as though through a keyhole Just like Clint Eastwood for a few dollars more I done read all of the cards and I Saw my fate waiting Like a chauffeur down at the airport That holds my name up but I keep squinting for something I might have Done overlooked but there ain't no turning back I've been squinting as though through a keyhole Just like Clint Eastwood for a few dollars more Folks around me they keep stepping up In my shoes oh but They don't fit right ‘cause they don't walk The Way I do oh and All the garbage trucks a rolling Down my street slowly I can barely strain away to Hear myself think Ah I keep squinting for something I might have Done a hair different, It's all up for grabs Lord, I've been squinting as though through a keyhole Just like Clint Eastwood for a few dollars more I keep squinting for something I might have Done a hair different, Done overlooked but there ain't no turning back I've been squinting as though through a keyhole Just like Clint Eastwood for a few dollars more |
Who Wrote Squint By Grant Lee Phillips?
Grant, Lee Phillips
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What's The Duration Of The Squint By Grant Lee Phillips?The duration of Squint is 3:36 minutes and seconds. |
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