LANY - Overtime Lyrics
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Overtime
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What Are The Lyrics For Overtime By LANY?
I wanna love it, but I just can't
Shot down when our souls began to dance November upstairs, what do you mean? Calm down, you're the one that lied to me You prayed to God and I trusted that I gave it up and now I can't ever get it back And all your friends on Sunday morning Do they have a clue? Wish I could have got a warning This can't be the end If it ends like this, you win Overtime, overtime Forgive, my God, I'm tryin' This can't be the end If it ends like this, you win Overtime, overtime Forgive, my God, I'm tryin' It was magic on the first touch Turned tragic when I caught you coverin' up Tell me how you put those tears in your eyes Grand Central downstairs, skippin' work that night You prayed to God and I trusted that I gave it up and now I can't ever get it back And all your friends on Sunday morning Do they have a clue? Wish I could have got a warning This can't be the end If it ends like this, you win Overtime, overtime Forgive, my God, I'm tryin' This can't be the end If it ends like this, you win Overtime, overtime Forgive, my God, I'm tryin' This can't be the end If it ends like this, you win Overtime, overtime Forgive, my God, I'm tryin' This can't be the end If it ends like this, you win Overtime, overtime Forgive, my God, I'm tryin' |
Who Wrote Overtime By LANY?
Les Priest, Jake Clifford Goss, Paul Klein
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What's The Duration Of The Overtime By LANY?The duration of Overtime is 3:31 minutes and seconds. |
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