Olive - Creature of Comfort Lyrics
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Creature of Comfort
Creature of Comfort Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Creature of Comfort By Olive?
What he has is yours to find
It's a wonder what he keeps in his selfish mind What I need's not carved in stone But when honestly's in doubt he can stand alone He is a creature of comfort Don't think he'll change Making the most of what he has I'm going to suffer no shame Creature of comfort Don't think he'll change Wasting the best years of my life I'm going to shoulder no blame I'm not sure what he'll do His priority is him, selfless thoughts are few May I be just once so bold If it's all I ever do, I'll make sure your told He is a creature of comfort Don't think he'll change Making the most of what he has I'm going to suffer no shame Creature of comfort Don't think he'll change Wasting the best years of my life I'm going to shoulder no blame He is a creature of comfort Don't think he'll change Making the most of what he has I'm going to suffer no shame Creature of comfort Don't think he'll change Wasting the best years of my life I'm going to shoulder no blame Come with me make my day With no shadow of a doubt I'll make sure you'll pay Watch my face, time runs by After all you've ever done, you won't see me cry Creature of comfort Best years of my life |
Who Wrote Creature of Comfort By Olive?
Tim Kellett
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What's The Duration Of The Creature of Comfort By Olive?The duration of Creature of Comfort is 4:05 minutes and seconds. |
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