O.A.R. - Black Rock Lyrics
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Black Rock
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What Are The Lyrics For Black Rock By O.A.R.?
On the black rock is where I spend my time
Writing a memory or writing a rhyme Thinking about what is right or wrong On the black rock is where I like to go After a long night comin' home from the show That's where I write my song all day long The black rock Sometimes, I just look around Taking the feeling coming out from the ground That's just something I do sometimes And then I just come out the door Taking the wind coming off of the shore And that's just what I'm doing tonight On the black rock is where I spend my time Writing a memory or writing a rhyme Thinking about what is right or wrong On the black rock is where I like to go After a long night comin' home from the show That's where I write my song all day long The black rock When you are on your own Not speaking out is like fighting alone And that is the worst damn way to fight And when you are scared no more You reach your hand out and just open the door And that's just what I'm doing tonight On the black rock is where I spend my time Writing a memory or writing a rhyme Thinking about what is right or wrong On the black rock is where I like to go After a long night comin' home from the show That's where I write my song all day long The black rock |
Who Wrote Black Rock By O.A.R.?
Marc Andrew Roberge, Richard Joe On
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What's The Duration Of The Black Rock By O.A.R.?The duration of Black Rock is 4:19 minutes and seconds. |
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