Tinashe - The Leap Lyrics
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The Leap
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What Are The Lyrics For The Leap By Tinashe?
Day after day I'm waiting, sitting around here poised and ready
Why do I feel so numb? Hear me now, still when I feel most lonely There will be people all around me Shuffling past my eyes So I live in my head, regrets Leave 'em on the floor, wrap 'em in an old black sheet I'm gonna set it all ablaze, watch it burn to ash and dust Looking for a sign, karma's coming back for us I was waiting on you, waiting on you The leap, leap, leap Don't look, don't look down Leap (Ooh hurry up don't miss your chance) Leap (Time is running out the clock ain't gon' stop for no man) Leap For you, for me Night after night I'm suffering Months have gone by it seems like dozens Why do I feel so numb? Hear me now If you're the man you claim to be Why do you dream the life I gotta lead? Never make a move, never make a change I needed, I needed, I needed, to make a shift of faith Leave 'em on the floor, wrap 'em in an old black sheet I'm gonna set it all ablaze, watch it burn to ash and dust Looking for a sign, karma's coming back for us I was waiting on you, waiting on you The leap, leap, leap Don't look, don't look down Leap (Ooh hurry up don't miss your chance) Leap (Time is running out the clock ain't gon' stop for no man) Leap For you, for me |
Who Wrote The Leap By Tinashe?
Andrew Aged, Daniel Aged, Tinashe Kachingwe
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What's The Duration Of The The Leap By Tinashe?The duration of The Leap is 4:07 minutes and seconds. |
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