Pond - Gone Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Gone By Pond?
Looked at you, you look so fine
Wish you could know like my friends do How do you know, figured out in you Have this brain alive to feel, feel, feel It's holding you up, your hand's on the rail Locked out inside in her clothes City burns with the billion globes Promise that grow, defend you Hard to know just how it feel, feel, feels It's holding you up, your hand's on the rail Share my pain, now I'm alone, rots the chair I get so angry when you're gone I get so angry when you're gone They're so alone, shackled and new Pictures in the night hooks with the crew Hanging stains, through the black chews All of the starlight makes you feel, feel, feel It's holding you up, your hand's on the rail Share my pain, well now I'm alone, rots the chair I get so angry when you're gone I get so angry when you're gone Why? I'm a locust ring buried in the dirt Waiting seventeen, just you shed my shirt It's a stupid trick I couldn't have done myself Now I don't know how to come back in my shell Won't you let these be, people say I'm slow Because I won't drink from their shallow well If a locust ring never is the end You'll never leave behind A broken, violent, hollow inside like a shell Called out my best friend with a poem I guess he's calling after you 'Cause you won't love him Getting credit of higher been I keep up, you just reply to pursue |
Who Wrote Gone By Pond?
Justin Timberlake, Wade J Robson
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What's The Duration Of The Gone By Pond?The duration of Gone is 5:17 minutes and seconds. |
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