Taylor Hicks - The Distance Lyrics
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The Distance
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What Are The Lyrics For The Distance By Taylor Hicks?
We go the distance 'til there's nowhere left to go
It's complicated, don't you hate what you've become? Oh yeah! Running out of luck Trying to keep it punk You can only let yourself down Afraid of what you know A square shape in a round hole You know, it goes in tight, Goes in tight We go the distance till there's nowhere left to go It's complicated, don't you hate what you've become? You're running out of time You're never going nowhere The best is all behind you You're spending your cash like a man with no hands Keepin' it real like your favourite bands If they don't try Then we don't buy, we don't buy It's the distance, it's the distance It's the distance, the position between me and you So stand up, so get up So stand up, so get up We go the distance 'til there's nowhere left to go It's complicated, don't you hate what you've become? Oh yeah! Come on! It's the distance, it's the distance It's the distance, the position between me and you So stand up, so get up So stand up, so get up It's the distance, it's the distance It's the distance, the position between me and you So stand up, so get up So stand up, so get up Yeah, come on! We go the distance 'til there's nowhere left to go It's complicated, don't you hate what you've become? Oh yeah! Come on! So stand up, so get up So stand up, so get up Stand up |
Who Wrote The Distance By Taylor Hicks?
Gary Nicholson, Kenny Greenberg, Taylor Hicks
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What's The Duration Of The The Distance By Taylor Hicks?The duration of The Distance is 4:06 minutes and seconds. |
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