The Young Knives - Fit 4 U Lyrics
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Fit 4 U
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What Are The Lyrics For Fit 4 U By The Young Knives?
Home, Home is where the house is
Roads and roads of houses Roads that carry on Home, Keeps you moving forwards I think you'll walk forever Don't, follow the signs They are misguiding Despite the design This world's not fit for you Not fit for you Fit for you Not fit for you Your, your walking without speaking Keep the pace brisk Your body insists that you should sleep A chance, a chance would be a fine thing I think you'll walk forever Don't, follow the signs They are misguiding Despite the design This worlds not fit for you Don't, follow the signs Cause they are misguiding Despite the design This world's not fit forÂ… Hey runner, what are you running from? Hey runner, what are you running from? Hey runner, what are you running from? Hey runner, what are you running from? Hey runner, what are you running from? Hey runner, what are you running from? Hey runner, what are you running from? Hey runner, what are you running from? Hey runner, why are you running? Don't, follow the signs They are misguiding Despite the design This worlds not fit for you Don't, follow the signs They are misguiding Despite the design This worlds not fit for you Not fit for you Fit for you Not fit for you |
Who Wrote Fit 4 U By The Young Knives?
Henry Dartnall, Oliver Askew, Thomas Dartnall
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What's The Duration Of The Fit 4 U By The Young Knives?The duration of Fit 4 U is 3:16 minutes and seconds. |
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