Hazel English - Combat Lyrics

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Combat

Combat Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Combat By Hazel English?
Wake up it's dark out
Guess I'm still on New York time While my mind is racing You're curled up like a child Oh, the weight is crushing me It's taking all my energy Feel like I'm facing everything All on my own If we're gonna be honest We've got to lay it all out On the line You always get so defensive We're always dueling it out In black and white When you ask what I want I know it's all talk I can't look you in the eye Hope to God I'm wrong When it comes to us No one's gonna win tonight So hard to take the first step Stuck in this cage I've built Talk myself out of it When I'm lying next to him Oh the weight is crushing me It's taking all my energy Feel like I'm facing everything All on my own If we're gonna be honest We've got to lay it all out On the line You always get so defensive We're always dueling it out In black and white When you ask what I want I know it's all talk I can't look you in the eye Hope to God I'm wrong When it comes to us No one's gonna win tonight If we're gonna be honest We've got to lay it all out On the line You always get so defensive We're always dueling it out In black and white When you ask what I want I know it's all talk I can't look you in the eye Hope to God I'm wrong When it comes to us No one's gonna win tonight |
Who Wrote Combat By Hazel English?
Eleisha Caripis
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What's The Duration Of The Combat By Hazel English?The duration of Combat is 3:48 minutes and seconds. |
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