Wanderlust
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Lyrics
Go to trust your wanderlust. Sow your wild oats, if you must. Taste it all, and take the fall. Then look at me like I don't know that hope is cruel, and there is nothing you can do but wait. You'll make it through. No humble pie for puppy eyes. It falls to pieces, I'll act surprised. You prodigal, you lost control. But I won't say I told you so cause hope is cruel, and there is nothing you can do, but wait. And I'll wait. And you'll make it through.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:32
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 140 BPM