Mojave 3 - Most Days Lyrics
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Most Days
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What Are The Lyrics For Most Days By Mojave 3?
She was a hummingbird's song
She fluttered her wings but she would not come in I threw my weight at the door But she held her ground and she would not give in Some days I'm better than most Most days I'm tied to the post What's so bad in being bad? Bad is bad, and boy, that's a fact She said she was born a traveler I said I knew as she ran out the door Our love is like old money Somewhere out there, somewhere out in the past She was a hummingbird's song She fluttered and danced but she would not come in Though I don't think of her daily I praise the Lord that I never made it Most days I'm better than most Some days I'm tied to the post What's so bad in being bad? Well, bad is bad, and boy, that's a fact Some days I'm better than most Most days I'm tied to the post She said she was born a traveler And I said I knew as she ran out the door I said, "I won't you let you go, girl” She said, "Boy, you know you're just clutching at straws" She was a hummingbird's song She fluttered her wings but she would not come in I threw my weight at the door But she held her ground and she would not come in Most days I'm better than most Some days I'm tied to the post Yeah, most days I'm better than most Most days I'm tied to the post |
Who Wrote Most Days By Mojave 3?
Neil Halstead
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What's The Duration Of The Most Days By Mojave 3?The duration of Most Days is 4:23 minutes and seconds. |
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