John Hiatt - The Nagging Dark Lyrics
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The Nagging Dark
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What Are The Lyrics For The Nagging Dark By John Hiatt?
How fast you gonna run? Away from this one.
Anywhere but here, you wanna disappear. Into the next daylight, where everything's right. It's always somewhere else, you're gonna fix yourself. Once shame and guilt had made their mark. Well you can't run away from the nagging dark. You carry it everywhere in your heart. It finishes everything that you start. And, you can't run away from the nagging dark. How much you gonna cost? When everything's lost. What a price you'd pay, just to feel some way. Cause your heart has stone, round down to the bone. How your flesh and blood, is just ashes and mud. Feels like your soul's been blown apart. And you can't run away from the nagging dark. You carry it everywhere in your heart. It finishes everything that you start. You can't run away from the nagging dark. How far can you see? Will you ever be free? Through the blackest night, aw you still hold on tight. Hope is your finest work. It's your finest work. Hope is your finest work of all. And you can't run away from the nagging dark. You carry it everywhere in your heart. It finishes everything that you start. No you can't run away from the- Well you can't run away from the nagging dark. It finishes everything that you start. You carry it everywhere in your heart. You can't run away from the nagging dark. |
Who Wrote The Nagging Dark By John Hiatt?
John Hiatt
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What's The Duration Of The The Nagging Dark By John Hiatt?The duration of The Nagging Dark is 3:15 minutes and seconds. |
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