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Change comes slow in the country When you're new there's a lot of distrust Years fly by uneventful Memories turn to dust Meanwhile Granny has got her
barely open then it's gone When you're playing life by the numbers Try run away the faster it comes It's not lightyears away It's not lightyears away
of your emotions. Fake you're never low Or face the one you fear You're living through another year Another year to lie Another year goes by
of the game by some light years You can tell 'em that we out here Living life without fear Can nobody do it better We ahead of the game by some light years Yow
wanna live my life Even though I ain’t living right This year is my season Hustling fo’ a reason Trynna get rich Karma is a bitch Even though I wanna
education And I’m sure this will end up online So I don’t want to diss anyone at The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to The Art Institute of Chicago by
By the shores of old Lake Michigan Where the hawk wind blows so cold An old Cub fan lay dying In his midnight hour, the toll Around his bed,
38years by the lake I don’t wanna belong in the tooth at the lake I got some friends who are living at the lake Fly spread the wings, Fly high in the sky I
I close my eyes And as time passes by I realize, I am living among fears The walls bathe in blood Carved on them, the years Remorses full of guilt I
Driving Rarris 'round the city do that on a daily Got here by myself ain't nobody made me But I still can't stop thinking bout the Time when we were living
I've seen I've seen my tears freezing like leaving proof never came Everyday every year Everyday no presence of you Living On the memories Hoping
(yeah) Aye uh aye (yeah, yeah) Bitch I'm living good uh Yeah yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch I'm living good uh (yeah yeah) Bitch I'm living good uh
favourite chair While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate With loneliness
and I thought I was a little bit more Two years since and my heart's still just a little bit sore I ain't stressing, and I really learned my lesson No I
of a master You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats Break necks of broke souls who hate me Hate he? you can't
corrupt Nation in the world 35 years old that's what that nation is now Here's America, 226 years old 30 years ago Black folk got the right to Vote you're
And the wisdom that you gain When you're surrounded by exquisite shit Learn from the game Feel that burn that's the years of the strain Pain, the anguish is
to Mrs. Claus and all the deer. I'm not living where I was. The reason is...well, it's because... My family's moved again. I've got a problem here. cnd by
a chance At a glance, I'm a failure Addicted to pushing paraphernalia But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once Innocence disappeared by
outside, Are two years old, These wounds that I have outside, Are two years old, Two years old Living in the past, Living by the mile I toke the same
understand it all by and by. Sometimes I wonder why I must suffer, Go in the rain, the cold, and the snow, When there are many living in comfort, Giving
By the shores of old Lake Michigan Where the hawk wind blows so cold An old Cub fan lay dying In his midnight hour, the toll Around his bed,
did it We're living by the ocean While I don't wanna accept my fate This senior year I'm living like my last day I'm talking Deeper things That's all
meet Coming together and dancing in the street In the year 2000 we celebrate Coming together, it's never too late Travelling by night is a secret
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