Got these senses for a reason, I love the smell of seasons changing
At the vanity painting my face with, magic markers take me to higher places
Taking time to nurture my energy, changing who I am fundamentally
Participation in conception of my story, story
It ain't up to me, tell me what you're feeling
You think shooting stars know where they land
Turning up the heat, show me how you feel it
You think shooting stars know where they land
All that is gold, does not glitter
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah yeah
Got these senses for a reason, I love the smell of seasons changing
At the vanity paint my face with, magic markers take me to higher places
Taking time to nurture my energy, changing who I am fundamentally
Participation in conception of my story, story
It ain't up to me, tell me what you're feeling
You think shooting stars know where they land
Turning up the heat, show me how you feel it
You think shooting stars know where they land
All that is gold, does not glitter
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, yeah
Oh, that is gold, does not glitter
Heart closed off, that's why you're so bitter
It ain't up to me, tell me what you're feeling
You think shooting stars know where they land
Turning up the heat, show me how you feel it
You think shooting stars know where they land
All that is gold, does not glitter
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, yeah
River - Reason Lyrics
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Got these senses for a reason, I love the smell of seasons changing
At the vanity painting my face with, magic markers take me to higher places
Taking time to nurture my energy, changing who I am fundamentally
Participation in conception of my story, story
It ain't up to me, tell me what you're feeling
You think shooting stars know where they land
Turning up the heat, show me how you feel it
You think shooting stars know where they land
All that is gold, does not glitter
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah yeah
Got these senses for a reason, I love the smell of seasons changing
At the vanity paint my face with, magic markers take me to higher places
Taking time to nurture my energy, changing who I am fundamentally
Participation in conception of my story, story
It ain't up to me, tell me what you're feeling
You think shooting stars know where they land
Turning up the heat, show me how you feel it
You think shooting stars know where they land
All that is gold, does not glitter
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, yeah
Oh, that is gold, does not glitter
Heart closed off, that's why you're so bitter
It ain't up to me, tell me what you're feeling
You think shooting stars know where they land
Turning up the heat, show me how you feel it
You think shooting stars know where they land
All that is gold, does not glitter
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, yeah
At the vanity painting my face with, magic markers take me to higher places
Taking time to nurture my energy, changing who I am fundamentally
Participation in conception of my story, story
It ain't up to me, tell me what you're feeling
You think shooting stars know where they land
Turning up the heat, show me how you feel it
You think shooting stars know where they land
All that is gold, does not glitter
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah yeah
Got these senses for a reason, I love the smell of seasons changing
At the vanity paint my face with, magic markers take me to higher places
Taking time to nurture my energy, changing who I am fundamentally
Participation in conception of my story, story
It ain't up to me, tell me what you're feeling
You think shooting stars know where they land
Turning up the heat, show me how you feel it
You think shooting stars know where they land
All that is gold, does not glitter
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, yeah
Oh, that is gold, does not glitter
Heart closed off, that's why you're so bitter
It ain't up to me, tell me what you're feeling
You think shooting stars know where they land
Turning up the heat, show me how you feel it
You think shooting stars know where they land
All that is gold, does not glitter
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, it ain't up to me
Yeah, yeah
Writer: Alexis Coose
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid