Wait, I will not shoot if I know myself
I'll be hanging up my boots
Oh I'm too late
And I'm, sticking to the ground
It's not all that I found
And I got nothing to show, for you
But I know where to go
Getting lost, there's nowhere near you know
It's pretty far
Now, you're shooting at this high
I've drank myself dry
And I need my home
But I, will not be lost and found
If I can find some higher ground
To put the world to right
But I know where to go
Getting lost, there's nowhere near you know
Yes pretty far
And all my common sense I spent on you
Oh we'll do it all again
Pretty soon
Writer(s): Kieran Francis Shudall
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