Hey Monday - Wondergirl Lyrics
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Wondergirl
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What Are The Lyrics For Wondergirl By Hey Monday?
There I go, go at the speed of sound
I'm higher than a satellite and you're stuck on the ground Your cries for help bounce off of me So don't expect to see, see me waiting here to be Be your Wondergirl, not gonna save you Wondergirl, go save yourself No way, won't go down in your flames Because Wondergirl won't save your life Oh, won't save your life Oh, won't save your life There you go, go looking for a fight I got a heart of steel, you can't cut and bleed me dry My secrets you can never keep So don't expect to see, see me waiting here to be Be your Wondergirl, not gonna save you Wondergirl, go save yourself No way, won't go down in your flames Because Wondergirl won't save your life I never thought it would end this way But I can't compete with these addictions that you've made Now every touch becomes the enemy, and I will never be Be your Wondergirl, don't say you love me Wondergirl, when you hate yourself No way, won't go down in your flames Because Wondergirl won't save your life Wondergirl, not gonna save you Wondergirl, go save yourself No way, won't go down in your flames Because Wondergirl won't save your life Oh, won't save your life Oh, won't save your life, tonight |
Who Wrote Wondergirl By Hey Monday?
Cassadee Pope, David Katz, Sam Hollander
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What's The Duration Of The Wondergirl By Hey Monday?The duration of Wondergirl is 3:17 minutes and seconds. |
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