Katie Armiger - Cardboard Boxes Lyrics
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Cardboard Boxes
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What Are The Lyrics For Cardboard Boxes By Katie Armiger?
Cardboard boxes empty all around,
All our things scattered on the ground. Were we ever better than this? Hanging pictures of us on the wall, New paint smell lingers in the hall, Yeah we thought we had it all. Never thought we'd fall So out of love, How'd we lose touch? Was it not enough Everything that we had felt? It's all packed up We fell short of Our love and trust And all that we have now Are boxes on the ground Empty rooms with no one in them now, Lock the door with one last look around. Wonder where I'll go from here. Oh, I tell myself, it's time to let you go. Moving on, but I'm moving slow. I still wish you all the best, But how did we get So out of love, How'd we lose touch? Was it not enough Everything that we had felt? It's all packed up We fell short of Our love and trust And all that we have now Are boxes on the ground It's been six months and now I don't miss you much when I found A note you wrote When we first fell in love Yeah, thank God we didn't die So out of love, How'd we lose touch? Was it not enough Everything that we had felt? It's all packed up We fell short of Our love and trust And all that we have now It all came down to boxes on the ground Oh, boxes on the ground |
Who Wrote Cardboard Boxes By Katie Armiger?
Jesse Tucker, Katie Armiger, Megan Nicole
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What's The Duration Of The Cardboard Boxes By Katie Armiger?The duration of Cardboard Boxes is 3:30 minutes and seconds. |
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