Testo: Cady Groves. The Life Of A Pirate. Fly.
I heard you caught wind where I'm goin
I should'a guessed that you would've known
I made a promise to never touch this
But I never promise as made of stone
And now my gloves are off again
Poor you, poor me, pour out the faith you're investing
Baby I gotta fly
Poor you, poor me, pour out the faith you're investing
Baby I gotta fly
Once I got locked in to the notion
That you were staying I should've known
You're only reaching when I'm pulling
In a different direction, I gotta go
And now my gloves are off again
Poor you, poor me, pour out the faith you're investing
Baby I gotta fly
Poor you, poor me, can't pour out the faith you request in me
Baby I gotta fly
Whether you know it or not I've got to put a stop to this
I'm gonna stop your persistance, Oh
And now my gloves are off again
And now my gloves are off again
Poor you, poor me, pour out the faith you're investing
Baby I gotta fly
Poor you, poor me, can't pour out the faith you request in me
Baby I gotta fly
(Thanks to b for these lyrics)
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