Sam Hardaker - In the Waiting Line Lyrics
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In the Waiting Line
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What Are The Lyrics For In the Waiting Line By Sam Hardaker?
Wait in line
'Till your time Ticking clock Everyone stop Everyone's saying different things to me Different things to me Everyone's saying different things to me Different things to me Whoa Do you believe In what you see There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me Do you believe In what you see Motionless wheel Nothing is real Wasting my time In the waiting line Do you believe in What you see Nine to five Living lies Everyday Stealing time Everyone's taking everything they can Everything they can Everyone's taking everything they can Everything they can Whoa Do you believe In what you feel It doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me Do you believe In what you see Motionless wheel Nothing is real Wasting my time In the waiting line Do you believe In what you see Ah and I'll shout and I'll scream But I'd rather not have seen And I'll hide away for another day Do you believe In what you see Motionless wheel Nothing is real Wasting my time In the waiting line Do you believe In what you see Everyone's saying different things to me Different things to me Different things to me Different things to me Different things to me Everyone's taking everything they can Everything they can |
Who Wrote In the Waiting Line By Sam Hardaker?
Henry Binns, Sam Hardaker, Sophie Alexandra Jessica Barker
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What's The Duration Of The In the Waiting Line By Sam Hardaker?The duration of In the Waiting Line is 4:32 minutes and seconds. |
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