Mint Royale - Rest Your Head Lyrics
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Rest Your Head
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What Are The Lyrics For Rest Your Head By Mint Royale?
Sorry for the pain you're in
All the lacked up people that clipped your wings I'm sorry for the feelings that left you twisted Sorry for the love you lost Thought you spent it on things that never returned I'm sorry Sorry that you wouldn't believe All the love from your friends that you couldn't receive I'm sorry your miracle girl is rested Sorry that the light burned out You tried to hold on for the fear of the doubt I'm sorry, I'm sorry Sorry that they broke your crown Took your heart and put you down I'm sorry for the price to pay I'm sorry, sorry Sorry that the skies fell in And the stars and moon left your eyes Sorry I changed my mind about you Sorry that the lines didn't meet Full of story pages that are incomplete I'm sorry for the precious times I wasted We're sheddin' lies, you'll wipe your eyes We're lighting fires, all the way to downtown Journey's long, we're on our own I'll keep you warm, all the way to downtown We're sheddin' lies, you'll wipe your eyes We're lighting fires, all the way to downtown Journey's long, we're on our own I'll keep you warm, all the way to downtown Rest your head from weariness, oh Rest your head from breaking your bones Rest your head from weariness, oh Rest your head rest your head, oh Rest your head from weariness, oh Rest your head from breaking your bones Rest your head from weariness, oh Rest your head rest your head, oh |
Who Wrote Rest Your Head By Mint Royale?
Chris N Baker, Grant Black, Neil N Claxton, Paul Philip N Herman
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