Switchfoot - Oh! Gravity Lyrics
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Oh! Gravity
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What Are The Lyrics For Oh! Gravity By Switchfoot?
La la la! La la la!
La la la! La la la! La la la! La la la! La la la! La la la! There's a fracture in the color bar In the backseat of a parked car By the liquor store where the streetlight Keep you company till the next night In the same town, there's the same scar In the same glow of the liquor store By the freeway where the headlight Keep her company till the next night Oh! Gravity Why can't we seem to keep it together? Sons of my enemies Why can't we seem to keep it together? In the back room of the Pentagon There's a thin man with the line drawn With a red jaw and a red bite Watch the headline on the next night Oh! Gravity Why can't we seem to keep it together? Sons of my enemies Why can't we seem to keep it together? Why this tragedy? Why can't we seem to keep it together? Oh! Gravity Why can't we seem to put it together? In the fallout, the fallout We found out the hype won't get you through We're connected, connected I meant it, the hype won't get you through (Through!) Oh! Gravity Why can't we seem to keep it together? Oh! Gravity Why can't we seem to put it together? Why this tragedy? Why can't we seem to keep it together? Oh! Gravity Why can't we seem to put it together, now? La la la la la la! La la la! La la la la la la la la! La la la la la! La la la! La Let's put it together |
Who Wrote Oh! Gravity By Switchfoot?
Jon Foreman, Tim Foreman
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