Pale Seas - Someday Lyrics
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Someday
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What Are The Lyrics For Someday By Pale Seas?
Someday the pain I feel in my heart
Will slowly start to fade 'Till I feel nothing at all And all trace of who I was will be lost 'Cos dreams are only made to destroy things like us Each time I close my eyes I see your spirit rise But the more it comes to life I disappear I see your ghost in the middle of the night I talk to shadows that you left behind You dug me a hole You hung me a noose Someday I'll be someone that you never knew I've already lost Everything I could lose And I can't make it stop If I'm nothing to you As dawn breaks I remain in the dark Your echo leaves a scar so you'll never be gone But someday all my love will be numb And I'll grow tired of waiting for the feeling to come Each time I close my eyes I see your spirit rise But the more it comes to life I disappear I see your ghost in the middle of the night I talk to shadows that you left behind You dug me a hole You hung me a noose Someday I'll be someone that you never knew I've already lost Everything I could lose And I can't make it stop If I'm nothing to you I see your ghost in the middle of the night I talk to shadows that you left behind You dug me a hole You hung me a noose Someday I'll be someone that you never knew I've already lost Everything I could lose And I can't make it stop If I'm nothing to you |
Who Wrote Someday By Pale Seas?
Jacob Scott, Luke Potashnick
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What's The Duration Of The Someday By Pale Seas?The duration of Someday is 3:49 minutes and seconds. |
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