Mates of State - Hoarding It for Home Lyrics
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Hoarding It for Home
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What Are The Lyrics For Hoarding It for Home By Mates of State?
Never seen you run so fast
Never seen you turn in the middle of your laugh Never once settle down Everyone settle down Where's my arm? In this coat of arms it is a black arm And where's my prize? This little prize, it is a clear prize I'm watching as the arms lay down And measuring your prize And hoarding it for home Never once settle down Everyone settle down And when I stand here alone I know speaking comes easy to you but I choke And when I stand here alone, I know this I know that since I'm leaving so soon I owe what I know And yes of course, I told you I felt it Like the top of the tower and changing the guard Delta it first and adjust it right later I would like to extend a conclusion And yes of course, I told you I felt it As long as the flasks, they're staged and they're brimmed State just the facts, and the status you're after It's just the medicine and our time alone Is that the same charm from way back when? As you make space on the floor I form words that fit right next to yours 'cause I know And oh, of course, now I surely felt it As the top of the tower, it feigns and it swells Give up the back and excpect all that's coming It's just the medicine and our time alone That's the same charm from way back when And when I stand here alone Whatever it takes, I will supply you Thank God, these times are gone and behind us I know Boom |
Who Wrote Hoarding It for Home By Mates of State?
Jason Edward Hammel, Kori Gardner Hammel
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