| It disturbs me to see you that you’re growing old
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| Concerns me to be the one you want to hold
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| Too busy running on fuel, thank God, you made it through
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| Let’s spend the times we’ve missed and turn these days to gold
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| Too busy running on fuel, thank God, you made it through
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| Let’s spend the times we’ve missed and turn these days to gold
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| Lost as father and son
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| It brings us back together as one
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| Seasons change and so did your son
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| Strife with emotions that can’t be one
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| Busy running on fuel, thank God, you made it through
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| Let’s spend the times we’ve missed and turn these days to gold
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| Too busy running on fuel, thank God, you made it through
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| Let’s spend the times we’ve missed and turn these days to gold
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| Want to hand you a piece of my delicate heart, yeah
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| This song is to uplift you and not to tear you apart
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| Not to tear you apart, not to tear you apart
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| lost in the mountains
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| But no mountain that I can see
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| But if that mountain should crumble
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| I said, come, crumble on top of me
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| Father’s lost in the mountains
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| But no mountain that I can see, yeah
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| Should that mountain should crumble
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| I said, come, crumble on top of me
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| Come, crumble on top of me
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| Come, crumble on top of me
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| Come, crumble on top of me
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| Come, crumble, come, crumble on top of me, yeah
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| Come, crumble on top of me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seasons , by - Life Of Agony. Song from the album The Complete Roadrunner Collection 1993-2000, in the genre Альтернатива