Oliver Tree - 1993 Lyrics
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1993
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What Are The Lyrics For 1993 By Oliver Tree?
I'm sick of shouting
F*ck everyone who doubted I always dreamed about it I've been at it since 2000 No luck Good chance you'll fall No guarantees, stop acting cheap It was never enough at all Finally, I'm finding silver linings You can catch me coattail riding My golden suit is shiny I've been shining since the '90s Catch my eye and blind me No counting coins, no tally points It's never enough at all Don't pretend you're someone else Maybe you should be yourself You made your life up, you're somebody else Why can't you just be yourself? No luck Good chance you'll fall No guarantees, stop acting cheap It was never enough at all Finally, I'm finding silver linings You can catch me coattail riding My golden suit is shiny I've been shining since the '90s Catch my eye and blind me No counting coins, no tally points It's never enough at all I wanna see your soul If you're dead inside, let me check your pulse You should probably go get help You don't really look like yourself I wanna see your soul When your breathing stops, so let me check your pulse Better you than me Flat-line when I go to sleep (when I go to sleep, when I got to sleep) Flat-line when I go to sleep (when I go to sleep, when I go to sleep) Flat-line when I go to sleep |
Who Wrote 1993 By Oliver Tree?
Oliver Tree Nickell
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What's The Duration Of The 1993 By Oliver Tree?The duration of 1993 is 2:39 minutes and seconds. |
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