Threshold - Choices Lyrics
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Choices
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What Are The Lyrics For Choices By Threshold?
Each new life killing time
They must wait can't escape Clinging on each sad song Swells the throng millions strong Unaware if they care Am I real if I feel? I'm looking past the edge of you and all I see is black What you steal is energy and you won't give it back Intimidate interrogate poor you remain aloof The drama of your misery played out since your youth Waiting for the first insight How can I explain my kingdom remains? If I die again the choices How can I explain my kingdom remains? If I die again the choices I'm looking for coincidence before it gets too late I've been in this rut for so long I'm starting to stagnate I need to find a way out soon I really have to try Is it possible to be alive not noticing you've died? Waiting for the first insight How can I explain? my kingdom remains If I die again the choices How can I explain? my kingdom remains If I die again the choices You're ever so clever and if you're not clever You'll never get into heaven again You're ever so clever and if you're not clever You'll never get into heaven again You're ever so clever and if you're not clever You'll never get into heaven again You're ever so clever and if you're not clever You'll never get into heaven again How can I explain my kingdom remains? If I die again the choices Searching for the tenth insight How can you explain? If I die again How can I explain? If I die again |
Who Wrote Choices By Threshold?
Jon Jeary, Karl Antony Groom
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What's The Duration Of The Choices By Threshold?The duration of Choices is 8:19 minutes and seconds. |
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