Prides - Out of the Blue Lyrics
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Out of the Blue
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What Are The Lyrics For Out of the Blue By Prides?
The air in your lungs is like thunder
I can see the clouds breaking in front of me And it won't be much keeping us under But I don't ever wanna go back To where I used to be Now I know what I know It won't have to be so heavy Break the surface, take the wheel No, no, no, no nothing left for me to breathe No, no, out of the blue you came to me No, no, no, no, I can't believe she'll come to me No, no, no, no Hear her come, my heart's only drummer I've been holding out for your symphony The air in my lungs is like thunder And I can't fight what you've made of me Now I know what I know It won't have to be so heavy Break the surface, take the wheel No, no, no, no nothing left for me to breathe No, no, out of the blue you came to me No, no, no, no, I can't believe she'll come to me No, no, no, no Well, here it is, my last defense No, no, no, no I must send all of days we've spent No, no, no, no Well, here it is, my last defense No, no, no, no The promises I never kept You break the surface, take the wheel No, no, no, no nothing left for me to breathe No, no, out of the blue you came to me No, no, no, no, I can't believe she'll come to me No, no, no, no Well, here it is, my last defense No, no, no, no I must send all of days we've spent No, no, no, no Well, here it is, my last defense No, no, no, no The promises I never kept |
Who Wrote Out of the Blue By Prides?
Callum Robert Wiseman, Lewis Lockhart Gardiner, Stewart James Brock
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