Our Last Night - Oak Island (M. Wentworth, T. Wentworth, T. Malloy) | Текст песни

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• Our Last Night
• Oak Island (M. Wentworth, T. Wentworth, T. Malloy)

Looking trough the dark for the answers
as we search for the customer cancer
Has past our mind like a plague
Looking up at the stars hoping there something more
It terrify self the feel determination of our confidence

(Chorus)
The mystery it continuous
our chance the feet below the crowd
judge at where they can be found

Three man why dead by the bottom
questions the feel of the age try for something
ending his search for the truth

(Trevor)
As wants to spot of the pass again begans
we the secrets our count
fall at our land and the save stage lounge

(Chorus)
The mystery it continuous
our chance the feet below the crowd
judge at where they can be found
Could I've be at your history
Unsold on the sient burn deep beneath Oak Island

(Trevor)
This burn my mind belies the deep
fight for end fight for edge
the answers could be lie beneath our feet
fight for end fight for edge

(Chorus)
The mystery it continuous
our chance the feet below the crowd
judge at where they can be found
Could I've be at your history
Unsold on the sient burn deep beneath Oak Island

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