Widespread Panic - Clinic Cynic Lyrics
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Clinic Cynic
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What Are The Lyrics For Clinic Cynic By Widespread Panic?
Nothing I heard was worth repeatin'
But I wouldn't put it down Nothing I saw was worth believin' No saviors hanging 'round And was it you with all that know-how Just given what-for Read the words but your story Just doesn't get told Something here doesn't seem like it did yesterday I know it's just me The prize for the cynic comes due today And I know it's for me And when you get your bird a-flyin' And your soul's left the ground Something seems to be getting' closer What you've left, what you've found And was it you with all that know-how Just given what-for Read the words but your story Just doesn't get told Something here doesn't seem like it did yesterday I know it's just me The prize for the cynic comes due today And I know it's for me Nothing I heard was worth repeatin' But I wouldn't put it down Nothing I saw was worth believin' No saviors hanging 'round And was it you with all that know-how Just given what-for Read the words but your story Just doesn't get told Something here doesn't seem like it did yesterday I know it's just me The prize for the cynic comes due today And I know it's for me Something here doesn't seem like it did yesterday I know it's just me The prize for the cynic comes due today And I know it's for me |
Who Wrote Clinic Cynic By Widespread Panic?
John Bell, John Robert Hermann, Jimmy Eddie Herring Jr., Todd Nance, Domingo Ortiz, David Schools
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