Father I think I'm different.
I don't like playing with the other boys.
Father I'm different.
I like the way the flowers smell.
On a high ledge
I want to cry but I don't know how.
My lips are chapped but my hands are soft.
Circles don't fit into squares.
On a high ledge
(Man up man)
Boston Manor - On A High Ledge Lyrics
Boston Manor - On A High Ledge Lyrics
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Father I think I'm different.
I don't like playing with the other boys.
Father I'm different.
I like the way the flowers smell.
On a high ledge
I want to cry but I don't know how.
My lips are chapped but my hands are soft.
Circles don't fit into squares.
On a high ledge
(Man up man)
I don't like playing with the other boys.
Father I'm different.
I like the way the flowers smell.
On a high ledge
I want to cry but I don't know how.
My lips are chapped but my hands are soft.
Circles don't fit into squares.
On a high ledge
(Man up man)
Writer: Michael Peter Cunniff, Mike A Sapone, Jordan Martin Pugh, Henry James Cox, Daniel Jake Cunniff, Ashley Peter Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © SENTRIC MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © SENTRIC MUSIC