Winery Dogs - The Other Side Lyrics
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The Other Side
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What Are The Lyrics For The Other Side By Winery Dogs?
I'm on the edge and I feel like a poor man, so many trys to be dying and used
You might be lost on that feeling but what can I do? I ain't complaining or graving or groveling I'm what I am and I'm fine with the truth This incompleteness and decision's got nothing on you And now it's going to be, I'm not the great desire And nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing seems to be there You kicked my heart aside, and kept my soul to keep I'm running, running, running, running can't you see? All day I life, I don't want to wake up Meet me where we cross the other side Trying to love and my head get to heaven Sometimes I don't even understand what I really need I can't escape but what I need is to kind of hold you So now I'm going to be, with nowhere left to turn And all I see are the reflections of my demons I gave my heart away, she's got my soul to keep I'm running, running, running, running can't you see? All through my life, I don't want to wake up Wait til the everything's been on my mind Set in my eyes, take me off my feet Meet me where we cross the other side All through my life, I don't want to wake up Wait til the everything's been on my mind Set in my eyes, take me off my feet Meet me where we cross the other side |
Who Wrote The Other Side By Winery Dogs?
Richie Kotzen, Michael S. Portnoy, William Sheehan
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What's The Duration Of The The Other Side By Winery Dogs?The duration of The Other Side is 5:41 minutes and seconds. |
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