Stars - Privilege Lyrics
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Privilege
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What Are The Lyrics For Privilege By Stars?
Crawling in the street made me believe you
The little time you left, wanted to keep you A dreamer never dies, don't stop believing Cut a heart in half can't stop the beating Never got what you want, never got what you want, never got it Never got what you want, never got what you want, never got it Caught up in the twist of fake decisions The reasons and the thoughts fill up your dreams well The pictures on the screen tells lives are higher But that voice inside your head is such a liar Never got what you want, never got what you want, never got it Never got what you want, never got what you want, never got it Never got what you want, never got what you want, never got it Never got what you want, never got what you want Never got what you want, you forgot what you want Pulling down the blinds on sun's tomorrow A fist through the wall for what you can't swallow Babies in the crib take care and breathing You count up all your luck, can't stop the feeling Never got what you want, never got what you want, never got it Never got what you want, never got what you want, never got it Never got what you want, never got what you want, never got it Never got what you want, never got what you want never got what you want, you forgot what you want |
Who Wrote Privilege By Stars?
Amy E Millan, Christopher Alexander Mccarron, Christopher Allen Seligman, Evan Whitney Cranley, Patrick Mcgee, Torquil John Campbell
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What's The Duration Of The Privilege By Stars?The duration of Privilege is 4:26 minutes and seconds. |
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