Therapy? - Jam Jar Jail Lyrics
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Jam Jar Jail
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What Are The Lyrics For Jam Jar Jail By Therapy??
Well you walk just like a tourist
And I know where you're coming from 'Cause you come from the underneath the same stone That I have often crawled And I know you need music more than you need love I know you can get some answers Tell you where you're coming from Hang on, don't panic You feel, you're damaged Hang on, don't panic You feel, you're damaged Answer me now when this has failed There'll be no release from your jam jar jail Ethics antiquated, I want them to stay that way The best thing about this place is that you know that You'll leave it some day And I know that you need music more than you need love Painted beds, pregnant men Tell you where you're coming from Hang on, don't panic You feel, you're damaged Hang on, don't panic You feel, you're damaged And it'll get you in the end When it fails, your jam jar jail Hang on, don't panic You feel, you're damaged Hang on, don't panic You feel, you're damaged And it'll give you a battle hard Escape Jam jar jail, jam jar jail Jam jar jail, jam jar jail Jam jar jail, jam jar jail Jam jar jail, jam jar jail Jam jar jail, jam jar jail Jam jar jail, jam jar jail |
Who Wrote Jam Jar Jail By Therapy??
Andrew Cairns, Graham Hopkins, Martin Mccarrick, Michael Robert Mckeegan
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What's The Duration Of The Jam Jar Jail By Therapy??The duration of Jam Jar Jail is 4:45 minutes and seconds. |
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