Sub-Motive - This Time Around Lyrics
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This Time Around
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What Are The Lyrics For This Time Around By Sub-Motive?
I'm on the brink of self-destruction,
And I thought that I ought to mention, That I'm slowly drowning in your apathy. I've got to put the past behind me, And not be always analyzing, How bad I really messed things up this time around. I won't let my life pass me by; You realize how hard you try, You've got to make up your mind someday. 'Cause I've made it this far, You know it won't be so hard, The next time you'll find a way. We'll find a way. If I could find the right words to say, But they always seem to slip away, When all along your regrets drag you down. I've got to put the past behind me, And not be always analyzing, How bad I really messed things up this time around. I won't let my life pass me by; You realize how hard you try, You've got to make up your mind someday. 'Cause I've made it this far, You know it won't be so hard, The next time you'll find a way. It makes you wonder... If I'll find a way. I won't let my life pass me by; You realize how hard you try, You've got to make up your mind someday. 'Cause I've made it this far, You know it won't be so hard, The next time you'll find a way. It makes you wonder... It makes me wonder. |
Who Wrote This Time Around By Sub-Motive?
Daniel Lemma
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What's The Duration Of The This Time Around By Sub-Motive?The duration of This Time Around is 3:01 minutes and seconds. |
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