Teddy Geiger - Air Dry Lyrics
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Air Dry
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What Are The Lyrics For Air Dry By Teddy Geiger?
I kissed the rain, I waited up
You're pouring dragons in my cup Don't try it, I can't cope with it Well get over it, yeah I'm over it I'm tired of night and I can't breathe You blew me off so easily It's different between you and me And I'm over, you'll get over it I'm not the jealous type that doesn't sleep at night You got your karma, I know I've got mine And all of my tears will air dry with just a little time Well I heard you played behind my back Was I a fool to not react Lets go to tape and play it back I was out of it, I was under it Your little spells worked quietly Your good byes left me wondering Now that I'm gone you'll contemplate If you're over me, well you used to be I'm not the jealous type that doesn't sleep at night You got your karma, I know I've got mine And all of my tears will air dry with just a little time Only wanted it once I was over it You go your way, I know I'll go mine And all of my tears will air dry with just a little time How was I supposed to know You never told me baby what you want I can't read your mind You never bothered to look inside of mine I used to wake up every morning And all I could do was think of you But it was all a lie, it was all a lie |
Who Wrote Air Dry By Teddy Geiger?
Billy Mann, Teddy Geiger
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What's The Duration Of The Air Dry By Teddy Geiger?The duration of Air Dry is 3:12 minutes and seconds. |
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