It's Immaterial - Driving Away from Home [Wicked Weather for Walking] Lyrics
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Driving Away from Home [Wicked Weather for Walking]
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What Are The Lyrics For Driving Away from Home [Wicked Weather for Walking] By It's Immaterial?
Inside everyone hides one desire
Outside no one would know Danger close to edge of the knife Safer not to let go And while we miss chances You can almost hear time slipping away We close our eyes we never lose a game Imagination never lets us take the blame We close our eyes to see the final frame We close our eyes to time slipping away No show Wednesday girl waits with the wine She knows just what to say While no one listens You can almost hear time slipping away We close our eyes we never lose a game Imagination never lets us take the blame We close our eyes to see the final frame We close our eyes and We can talk to strangers We are burning with the spark And we can walk on water We are tigers in the dark We are burning We close our eyes Heroes never give into the night He knows how far he can run And as he surrenders You can almost hear time slipping away We close our eyes we never lose a game Imagination never lets us take the blame We close our eyes to see the final frame We close our eyes |
Who Wrote Driving Away from Home [Wicked Weather for Walking] By It's Immaterial?
John Campbell, John Whitehead
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What's The Duration Of The Driving Away from Home [Wicked Weather for Walking] By It's Immaterial?The duration of Driving Away from Home [Wicked Weather for Walking] is 7:10 minutes and seconds. |
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