Matt Alber - End of the World Lyrics
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End of the World
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What Are The Lyrics For End of the World By Matt Alber?
I don't want to ride this roller coaster
I think I want to get off But they buckled me down Like it's the end of the world If you don't want to have this conversation Then you better get out 'Cause we're climbing to our death At least that's what they want you to think Just in case we jump the track I have a confession to make It's something like a cork screw I don't wanna fall, I don't wanna fly I don't wanna be dangled over The edge of a dying romance But I don't wanna stop I don't wanna lie I don't wanna believe it's over I just wanna stay with you tonight I didn't mean to scream out quite so loudly When we screeched to a halt I'm just never prepared For the end of the ride Maybe we should get on something simpler Like a giant balloon But I've got two tickets left, and so do you Instead of giving them away to some stranger Let's make them count, come on Let's get back in line again and ride the big one Don't you want to fall, don't you want to fly Don't you want to be dangled over The edge of this aching romance If it's gonna end, then I wanna know That we squeezed out every moment But if there's nothing left can you tell me why That it is you're holding onto me Like it's the end of the world |
Who Wrote End of the World By Matt Alber?
Gary Moore
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What's The Duration Of The End of the World By Matt Alber?The duration of End of the World is 3:23 minutes and seconds. |
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