Motor Ace - Tomorrows Gone Lyrics
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Tomorrows Gone
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What Are The Lyrics For Tomorrows Gone By Motor Ace?
I was looking in the wrong direction
Last year's my toll Last year's life I was living by the false impression Everyone will have their time If we're staying What's the role we're playing? I got lost in all these lines I've been dreaming And at best, believing I'll come around before I die All the races you're not gonna run When tomorrow's gone, tomorrow's gone All the places we'd never belong When tomorrow's gone, tomorrow's gone I will lie in wait for your song A way to turn on The lines to be drawn Yeah, taking you on When tomorrow's gone I was looking in the wrong direction Crept up on me just in time You've been giving me the wrong connections I can't waste what I can't find Are you seeing? You're on your own No where to start, no where to go. I'm bleeding Every fool that's bleeding, Let it go, connect the lines. All the races you're not gonna run When tomorrow's gone, tomorrow's gone All the places we'd never belong When tomorrow's gone, tomorrow's gone I will lie in wait for your song A way to turn on The lines to be drawn Yeah, I am taking you on. All the races you're not gonna run When tomorrow's gone, tomorrow's gone All the places we'd never belong When tomorrow's gone, tomorrow's gone I will lie in wait for your song A way to turn on The lines to be drawn Yeah, I am taking you on Yeah, I am taking you on Yeah, I am taking you on |
Who Wrote Tomorrows Gone By Motor Ace?
Damian Birchall B Costin, David Ghim Cheng Ong, Matt Charles Balfe, Patrick Thomas Robertson
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