Save the Lost Boys - Everything Is You Lyrics
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Everything Is You
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What Are The Lyrics For Everything Is You By Save the Lost Boys?
I feel alive when the wind blows
like I’m holding on to something These seeds of hope will grow to fields of dreams I carry on with the weight on my shoulders I’m not perfect I’m a little bit older Can you see just what this means to me And when it All comes down There you’ll be I’ll wait here until you see That everything is lovely Everything is New Everything is Beauty Everything is You I hold you close and it feels right Hand shaking in the moonlight I see us there each time I close my eyes I carry on with the weight on my shoulders I’m not perfect I’m a little bit older Can you see just what this means to me And when it All comes down There you’ll be I’ll wait here until you see That everything is lovely Everything is New Everything is Beauty Everything is You I fell in love with the words you said And my young aspirations went to my head Till I lost, lost apart of us So in love with the words you said And my young aspirations went to my head I wish I could take it all back so I could show you that And when it All comes down There you’ll be I’ll wait here until you see That everything is lovely Everything is New Everything is Beauty Everything is You |
Who Wrote Everything Is You By Save the Lost Boys?
Joey Parker, Joshua Hall, Lee Weiss
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What's The Duration Of The Everything Is You By Save the Lost Boys?The duration of Everything Is You is 3:21 minutes and seconds. |
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