Noah Gundersen - Wild Horses Lyrics
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Wild Horses
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What Are The Lyrics For Wild Horses By Noah Gundersen?
Always got a lot on my mind
Feels like the net just gets bigger with time Stretching out behind me Trawling the open sea Waste a lot of breath on the bullshit I breathe a lot of air that keeps making me sick Or maybe just lazy A little bit hazy It's ok if you don't have the answer The questions remain the same There's a whole lot of people claiming their team But nobody knows the game So give me a minute To come to my senses To look out the window And stop building fences All the wild horses Just want to run free I want to know you I just want you to know me too Point your finger at me I dare you to stick it between my teeth You just keep putting up crosses and sharpening nails As you wait for the cultural priest To hand down a confident sentence To anyone accused of a crime There's a thousand ways to blow it So don't even think about speaking your mind Maybe you would rather be angry But I'd rather sleep at night There's a fraction to every outcome There's a spectrum of wrong and right So give me a minute To come to my senses To look out the window And stop building fences All the wild horses Just want to run free I want to know you I just want you to know me too |
Who Wrote Wild Horses By Noah Gundersen?
Noah Gundersen
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What's The Duration Of The Wild Horses By Noah Gundersen?The duration of Wild Horses is 4:20 minutes and seconds. |
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