Idle Sons - Better Days Lyrics

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Better Days

Better Days Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Better Days By Idle Sons?
On the way back to your home
Were you strong Did they push you back somehow On the way back to your home Were they wrong Did they let you fall back down They pushed me back Now I can see The emptiness of never It's the air we breathe that Fills the skies we see And glides the planes to better days It's what you make of it To the one who listen In the end it's your decision To glide the planes to better days On the way back to your home You belong How does it feel moving on Darker days have come and gone They were wrong It's time to get up Move out Be strong They pushed me back Now I can see The emptiness of never It's the air we breathe that Fills the skies we see And glides the planes to better days It's what you make of it To the ones who listen In the end it's your decision To glide the planes to better days It's what you make of it Don't run away I know It's the best time To take mine Cause your my Everyday thing It's the best things you've forgotten It's the air we breathe that Fills the skies we see And glides the planes to better days It's what you make of it To the ones who listen In the end it's your decision To glide the planes to better days To glide the planes to better days Better days Better days |
Who Wrote Better Days By Idle Sons?
Inaya Davis Jafan, James Wilson
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What's The Duration Of The Better Days By Idle Sons?The duration of Better Days is 3:41 minutes and seconds. |
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