The Starting Line - I Could Be Wrong Lyrics
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I Could Be Wrong
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What Are The Lyrics For I Could Be Wrong By The Starting Line?
I sleep to outliving this way
Cause I live so well everyone should be re paid From all the east coast to west coast states From the Atlantic bench to the San Francisco bay But I'm really not to sure How this came to happen But I know that I'm not so concerned [Chorus] Because all I wanted was all I could take And some stood up while the others had to wait Oh, I took my turn and I will state my case But I could be wrong From all the east coast to west coast states I wanna feel the warmth from the buzz that I create But I'm really not too sure If it's ever gonna happen But I know that I'm not too concerned [Chorus] I could be wrong Yeah but I could be wrong Because all I wanted was all I could take And some stood up while the others had to wait Oh, and I took my turn and I will state my case I took my turn and I will state my case Cause all I wanted was all I could take And some stood up while the others had to wait Oh, and I took my turn and I will state my case Oh I took my turn and I will state my case But I could be wrong Yeah but I could be wrong Yeah I could be wrong |
Who Wrote I Could Be Wrong By The Starting Line?
Golla, Gryskiewicz, Schmutz, Vasoli, Watts
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What's The Duration Of The I Could Be Wrong By The Starting Line?The duration of I Could Be Wrong is 3:55 minutes and seconds. |
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