| It hits me, at the junction…
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| Where, the roads lead south.
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| Because when the clock hits full.
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| And the players strike again…
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| Perhaps we’ll find a name to this Shame…
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| I patiently, waited my turn
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| I wielded a shield too not get burned.
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| Condemned in the eye of a sleeping min…
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| Where we are without the window of time…
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| Gotta go, gotta find my home
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| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner…
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| Gotta go, gotta find my home
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| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner…
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| Conflicted by the West, Challenged by the East…
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| I’ve always been a Town-Dog, belonging to these…
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| A Town-Dog from these concrete streets…
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| I wish I had a chance…
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| To hold my Grandmothers hands…
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| Soak into the nights.
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| With fumes of our bloodline…
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| Gotta go, gotta find my home.
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| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner…
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| Gotta go, gotta find my home…
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| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner…
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| Gotta go, gotta find my home…
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| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner…
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| Gotta go, gotta find my home…
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| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner…
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| I, I gotta go, gonna find myself home.
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| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner…
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| I gotta oow go ahh, find myself home.
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| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fourth Corner, artist - Trixie Whitley. Album song Fourth Corner - Deluxe Edition, in the genre Поп