The Bronx - Life Less Ordinary Lyrics
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Life Less Ordinary
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What Are The Lyrics For Life Less Ordinary By The Bronx?
I’ve been to parties like this before
Nobody moves they just stare at the floor Everyone’s watching waiting on me As if my words will set them free But I’m not a ghost No I’m not a god I hold no power over you I'm just a lightning rod I’ve bottled every crush Every foolish fantasy I'm to beautiful for love There’s no sharing vanity I’m not ashamed to say I’ve lost my mind I’ve been walking backwards all my life Some might say there’s a price I’ve paid For a life less ordinary Welcome to my masquerade I’ve been to parties like this before Where the prom queen is easy on the floor Nobody know what to say or do So they point the fingers at you But I will not be swayed I won’t be led astray I’m to beautiful for blame I always get away But I’m not a ghost No I’m not a god I hold no power over you I’m just a lightning rod I’m not ashamed to say I’ve lost my mind I’ve been walking backwards all my life Some might say there’s a price I’ve paid For a life less ordinary Welcome to my masquerade I’m not ashamed to say I’ve lost my mind I’ve been walking backwards all my life Some might say there’s a price I’ve paid For a life less ordinary Welcome to my masquerade Welcome to my masquerade Welcome to my masquerade |
Who Wrote Life Less Ordinary By The Bronx?
Brad Magers, Joby J Ford, Jorma Vik, Ken Mochikoshi Horne, Matt Caughthran
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What's The Duration Of The Life Less Ordinary By The Bronx?The duration of Life Less Ordinary is 4:10 minutes and seconds. |
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