The Wake - Chance Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Chance By The Wake?
I found a book that my mama kept
Filled with secrets she hid And in a dusty old attic, one mornin' I read About a woman I never met Who had dreams like mine With every page I turned, the words came alive Wish I could roll out of town like a run-away train I'll do as I dare, let them call me insane I'll never sit on the sidelines of life, I'll dance every dance If I just had the chance A tear fell on that faded page 'Cause this was somebody else Not the mama I knew who never thought of herself But the times, they were different then And lines just didn't get crossed And these words that she wrote, they somehow got lost Wish I could roll out of town like a run-away train I'll do as I dare, let them call me insane I'll never sit on the sidelines of life, I'll dance every dance If I just had the chance The chance that she never had Is now the gift that is mine And our here on this road, I'm makin' up for lost time Yeah, I am my mother's child As I roll out of town like a run-away train I'll do as I dare, let them call me insane I'll never sit on the sidelines of life, I'll dance every dance While I still have the chance I'll never sit on the sidelines of life, I'll dance every dance While I still have the chance |
Who Wrote Chance By The Wake?
Deanna Bryant, Liz Hengber
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What's The Duration Of The Chance By The Wake?The duration of Chance is 3:24 minutes and seconds. |
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