3 years ago
Pennnies
Lyrics
Wanna get a typewriter,
So my thoughts sound sharper
I'll lend you my ears,
If you sell me stories
Reverberating in the style
Of the bathroom tile
Guts, revenge, faith and glory
Love ain't a fight to be won
A neverending ballad,
A primrose blooms at dusk
You're the answer,
To all the questions,
A penny face down in the dirt.
I bet on a racehorse,
Feelin' lucky with a fully loaded gun.
Reverberating in the style
Of the bathroom tile
Guts, revenge, faith and glory
Love ain't a fight to be won
A neverending ballad,
A primrose blooms at dusk
Writer(s): KAYLA BETH ZUSKIN
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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