Highpoint - Rearranged Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Rearranged By Highpoint?
You wanna be the one who cares.
I wanna be the one who’s there. Don’t wanna be the one who’s lost it all again. Just run away with me tonight. Far out of mind and out of sight. Or we could hang out here beneath the pale moonlight. You’re trying hard to play it cool. I’m trying hard to play the fool. And now it seems that all that’s lost cannot be found. Now’s the time to say goodbye. Now’s the time to wonder why. And if you wonder where I am. Just turn around and I’ll be there. I’ll be the one with my heart down beneath the sand. So if you decide to stay with me. Or if you choose to set me free. Don’t let me hang on every word without a sound. Now’s the time to say goodbye. Now’s the time to wonder why. We don’t know why. Don’t know why. Don’t know why. Don’t know why we died. It’s too late to complicate all these things that I hate. It’s too soon to mend this wound we healed too soon. It’s too late. It’s too late. It’s too late to comprise all these things I feel inside. It’s too soon to mend this wound we healed too soon. It’s too late. Now’s the time to say goodbye. Now’s the time to wonder why. Now’s the time to say goodbye. Now’s the time to wonder why. We don’t know why. Don’t know why. Don’t know why. Don’t know why. Don’t know why. Don’t know why. Don’t know why. Don’t know why we died. |
Who Wrote Rearranged By Highpoint?
Ryan Patrick Brannan
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