Scapegoat Wax - Crawling Lyrics
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Crawling
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What Are The Lyrics For Crawling By Scapegoat Wax?
Things are different on my block
I don't know if you heard about How these folks are living And I can't help you out It seems to be your fault again. What you said got you runnin' round The demon entered your enemies You'll pay when you slow down Oooh, I feel for you So take your time. You're crawlin' Things can only get better, boy Your life can shine in front of you It catches up with all of us On certain afternoons Times are changin' You know that God knows what you were thinking of Everybody's watchin', they can't destroy you enough I try to figure out (figure out) The rules of this automatic game The streets have got your number You don't remember your name Oooh, I feel for you So take your time You're crawlin' Things can only get better, boy Your life can shine in front of you It catches up with all of us On certain afternoons Things can only get better, boy Your life can shine in front of you It catches up with all of us On certain afternoons I can't let this carry on The shadows won't cover your regrets They told you bout this avenue I bet you won't forget (you won't forget) Ooooh, I feel for you So take your time You're crawlin' Things can only get better, boy Your life can shine in front of you It catches up with all of us On certain afternoons Things can only get better, boy Your life can shine in front of you It catches up with all of us On certain afternoons Oooh...I feel for you So take your time |
Who Wrote Crawling By Scapegoat Wax?
John Anthony Zunino, Marty Garton, Marty James Garton, Marty James, Jr. Garton
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