I found a late winner
It's not a repeat
I wouldn't spend myself
This is not, this is not my
This is not, this is not my place
Blew open and whistled
Free clinging on edges
She has only been that way, where
This is not, this is not my
This is not, this is not my place
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
Endless aiming, with bad habits
Please don't bend with closed arms
Mourning endlessly relentless
Just be glad that this is not real
Reading from burnt papers
They've come from your heart
You know you'll stay around
Where this is our, this is our own
This is our, this is our own place
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
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Filip Oscar - Mourning Morning Lyrics
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I found a late winner
It's not a repeat
I wouldn't spend myself
This is not, this is not my
This is not, this is not my place
Blew open and whistled
Free clinging on edges
She has only been that way, where
This is not, this is not my
This is not, this is not my place
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
Endless aiming, with bad habits
Please don't bend with closed arms
Mourning endlessly relentless
Just be glad that this is not real
Reading from burnt papers
They've come from your heart
You know you'll stay around
Where this is our, this is our own
This is our, this is our own place
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
It's not a repeat
I wouldn't spend myself
This is not, this is not my
This is not, this is not my place
Blew open and whistled
Free clinging on edges
She has only been that way, where
This is not, this is not my
This is not, this is not my place
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
Endless aiming, with bad habits
Please don't bend with closed arms
Mourning endlessly relentless
Just be glad that this is not real
Reading from burnt papers
They've come from your heart
You know you'll stay around
Where this is our, this is our own
This is our, this is our own place
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
Writer: Filip Oscar
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid