I started out going out of control
And I believe you wanna save my searching soul.
Thought I met you in conversation.
But I'm alone with your voice inside my head.

It was September when the cold ran down my face.
I want the fire back getting me back to shape
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The Sun Lyrics

Shiny Toy Guns – The Sun Lyrics

Songwriters: CHAD PETREE, JEREMY DAWSON
The Sun lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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