Letra de Try To Walk My Shoes - Ankor
Letra de canci�n de Try To Walk My Shoes de Ankor lyrics
"Why don't you find your own style?"
"It's such a spineless music"
"This band is coming to an end"
Some guys will never get tired
Seems like they have nothing else just boring lives
So get away from me
I have my mind so clear
I hear too many opinions from those I've never even asked
It's hard to find solutions for things that came out fine without you
Try to shut your fuc*** mouth once and for all, deal with it cause
We decided what's best for us, not you
That's the way you made me choose
Cause your words contain handfuls of poison
We've always been true to ourselves, and we will be
You!
Look like a fuc*** expert
For shure you're worldwide know
But we don't need your help to
Make our songs
Build our lives
Fuck!
That's the way you made me choose
Cause your words contain handfuls of poison
We've always been true to ourselves, ourselves
This is all we have, all we are
Trying to get close showing our souls
Waking deep inside your hearts
Hearts...
All these people waiting for us
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/try-to-walk-my-shoes-ankor.php
All our friends around this world are
Getting us right where we want to be
You wont make us fall we'll do it for them
We will do it also for us
No more suggestions from ignorance
Get your ass!
Off the chair!
Criticize...
When you've walked my shoes!
Get your ass! (Get your ass!)
Off the chair! (Off the chair!)
Criticize... (Criticize...)
When you've walked my fuc*** shoes!
But luckily I'm well advised
Cause I found some friends that really hold my hand
Now get away from me I have all that I need
It's easy to forget what's behind all our realities
If you only have to put a score when the work is done, so listen:
Try to sut up your fuc*** mouth once and for all, deal with it cause
We decided whta's the best for us, not you
That's the way you made me choose
Cause your words contain handfuls of poison
We've always been true to ourselves, ourselves
This is all we have, all we are
Trying to get close showing our souls
Waking deep inside your hearts
Hearts...
"It's such a spineless music"
"This band is coming to an end"
Some guys will never get tired
Seems like they have nothing else just boring lives
So get away from me
I have my mind so clear
I hear too many opinions from those I've never even asked
It's hard to find solutions for things that came out fine without you
Try to shut your fuc*** mouth once and for all, deal with it cause
We decided what's best for us, not you
That's the way you made me choose
Cause your words contain handfuls of poison
We've always been true to ourselves, and we will be
You!
Look like a fuc*** expert
For shure you're worldwide know
But we don't need your help to
Make our songs
Build our lives
Fuck!
That's the way you made me choose
Cause your words contain handfuls of poison
We've always been true to ourselves, ourselves
This is all we have, all we are
Trying to get close showing our souls
Waking deep inside your hearts
Hearts...
All these people waiting for us
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/try-to-walk-my-shoes-ankor.php
All our friends around this world are
Getting us right where we want to be
You wont make us fall we'll do it for them
We will do it also for us
No more suggestions from ignorance
Get your ass!
Off the chair!
Criticize...
When you've walked my shoes!
Get your ass! (Get your ass!)
Off the chair! (Off the chair!)
Criticize... (Criticize...)
When you've walked my fuc*** shoes!
But luckily I'm well advised
Cause I found some friends that really hold my hand
Now get away from me I have all that I need
It's easy to forget what's behind all our realities
If you only have to put a score when the work is done, so listen:
Try to sut up your fuc*** mouth once and for all, deal with it cause
We decided whta's the best for us, not you
That's the way you made me choose
Cause your words contain handfuls of poison
We've always been true to ourselves, ourselves
This is all we have, all we are
Trying to get close showing our souls
Waking deep inside your hearts
Hearts...
