Real Friends - Empty Picture Frames Lyrics
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Empty Picture Frames
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What Are The Lyrics For Empty Picture Frames By Real Friends?
I'm getting pretty good at leaving
My patience isn't running thin Autumn never ends in my head No matter how far I've been It feels like everybody is the branch And I'm the leaves falling from the top Of every leafless tree The home inside my head has a bed for me That no one will ever get the chance to see A kitchen table with one chair Walls with empty picture frames No one will ever see No one will ever see All I see is the past two years before I hit the ground Time is moving slower on the way down Save yourself Don't stand wondering what's going through my mind Let me go before you see me following behind I'll save you from myself Just let me go I'll save you from myself The home inside my head has a bed for me That no one will ever get the chance to see A kitchen table with one chair Walls with empty picture frames No one will ever see No one will ever see I've learned that it's okay to be selfish It keeps me from falling apart at the seams Stuck is where I feel in place A feeling I'll embrace The home inside my head has a bed for me That no one will ever get the chance to see A kitchen table with one chair Walls with empty picture frames No one will ever see No one will ever see |
Who Wrote Empty Picture Frames By Real Friends?
Daniel Lambton, David Knox, Kyle Fasel, Michael Joseph Green, Eric Haynes
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What's The Duration Of The Empty Picture Frames By Real Friends?The duration of Empty Picture Frames is 3:05 minutes and seconds. |
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