The truth ends a truth feel love
Just get worse
Repetition makes us golden
A death crees a little bit closer
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
Don't look back and loose your ground
Or keep passing doubts of doubt
The fault with the burning on each shoulder
The time has come to stop lying over
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
If I not move back my eyes remain
Of past present future, in my head
Waiting our love's a bright light dawn
Youth is not wasted, I'm young
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
I gotta get this blood, off our hands
We gotta get this blood, off our hands
The Bronx - Youth Wasted Lyrics
The Bronx - Youth Wasted Lyrics
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The truth ends a truth feel love
Just get worse
Repetition makes us golden
A death crees a little bit closer
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
Don't look back and loose your ground
Or keep passing doubts of doubt
The fault with the burning on each shoulder
The time has come to stop lying over
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
If I not move back my eyes remain
Of past present future, in my head
Waiting our love's a bright light dawn
Youth is not wasted, I'm young
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
I gotta get this blood, off our hands
We gotta get this blood, off our hands
Just get worse
Repetition makes us golden
A death crees a little bit closer
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
Don't look back and loose your ground
Or keep passing doubts of doubt
The fault with the burning on each shoulder
The time has come to stop lying over
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
If I not move back my eyes remain
Of past present future, in my head
Waiting our love's a bright light dawn
Youth is not wasted, I'm young
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
Sometimes the best they planned
I still am with blood on your hands
I gotta get this blood, off our hands
We gotta get this blood, off our hands
Writer: BRAD MAGERS, JOBY J FORD, JORMA VIK, KEN MOCHIKOSHI HORNE, MATT CAUGHTHRAN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Performed By: The Bronx
Written by: BRAD MAGERS, JOBY J FORD, JORMA VIK, KEN MOCHIKOSHI HORNE, MATT CAUGHTHRAN