| | The Great Wide Open Lyrics Artist(Band):Funeral For A Friend
I'm wilting like a tree that will never let me breathe. Soul soldier with your gun held high, where does the crow fly, soul soldier with your gun held high, will you follow it home. For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk, stories on and on we go, into the great wide open. No it never came back to break me, the way it broke it down, spitting from the bridges, while the trees give a soft sigh to the ground. Soul sailor with your flag held high, where does the crow fly, soul sailor with your flag held high, will you follow it home. For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk, stories on and on we go, into the great wide open. For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk, stories on and on we go, into the great wide open, into the great wide open. The rush of the flood, sends the blood, to my head, the rush of the flood, sends the blood, to my head, Soul soldier with your gun held high, where does the crow fly soul soldier with your gun held high, will you follow it home. The rush of the flood, sends the blood, to my head, the rush of the flood, sends the blood, to my head. Climb out, climb out (woah), climb out, climb out (woah), Climb out, climb out (woah), over me. Climb out, climb out (woah), climb out, climb out (woah), Climb out, climb out (woah), over me. Into the great wide open. If you find some error in The Great Wide Open Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to conner packham for submitting the lyrics. Review about The Great Wide Open Amazing | Reviewer: ICE | 7/27/2007 This is my 2nd fav. song from the CD (Behind Out of Reach). Amazing lyrics. Great song. Rock on FFAF! Is this review helpful to you? Yes No Review the song The Great Wide Open The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Funeral For A Friend" Music | |
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