The Devil Wears Prada - Transit Blues Lyrics
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Transit Blues
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What Are The Lyrics For Transit Blues By The Devil Wears Prada?
Every morning, wake to the itch
The alarm clock ticks Make some coffee, check the weather Do my best to keep it together (You can't feel the transit blues) You can't feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true (You can't feel the transit blues) You can't feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true Soon it will begin I can't expect the world to comprehend the fits that I myself can't defend Every afternoon, avoid traffic, but feel frantic My composure: a lost love letter Do my best to keep it together (You can't feel the transit blues) You can't feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true (You can't feel the transit blues) You can't feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true I can hear the questions now since journalism died somehow The shout proclaimed: "The poison praised!" They make my words an unmarked grave (You can't feel the transit blues) You can't feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true (You can't feel the transit blues) You can't feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true Every evening I'll have a drink, start to feel better Do my best to keep it together |
Who Wrote Transit Blues By The Devil Wears Prada?
Jeremy Depoyster, Mike Hranica, Andy Trick, Kyle Sipress, Jonathan Gering
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What's The Duration Of The Transit Blues By The Devil Wears Prada?The duration of Transit Blues is 3:24 minutes and seconds. |
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