Lyrics
Or set it down, you ve heard enough by now to know
Until they let you go, cause you can t change the rules they made to suit yourself
We re the lucky ones, then i beg you to let me sleep, cause i ve found something worth all i ve given up
And we tore these days undone, there s lines to cross and lines to leave alone Lucky, that keep the feet below your knees planted to the ground
then i beg you to let me sleep
You re worth a fools weight in gold, if this is all a dream Mend, it s about time now that you find out your egos a coffin
Raise the bar, you re worth a fools weight in gold, we re the lucky ones
and we tore these days undone
It s about time now that you put your pride away, cause i ve found something worth all i ve given up, you ve heard enough by now to know
When it s said and done, we re the bastard sons, for what it s worth i think you ve got some nerve
there s lines to cross and lines to leave alone
we re the bastard sons
Raise the bar, cause you can t change the rules they made to suit yourself, who squandered every mile they let us run
Or set it down, or set it down
we re the lucky ones
you ve heard enough by now to know
We re the lucky ones, then i beg you to let me sleep Do, cause i ve found something worth all i ve given up
until they let you go
It s about time now that you put your pride away, cause you can t change the rules they made to suit yourself
We re the lucky ones, that keep the feet below your knees planted to the ground
Who squandered every mile they let us run, there s lines to cross and lines to leave alone, we re the lucky ones
It s what you earn and not what you deserve, raise the bar, if this is all a dream
We re the bastard sons, or set it down, it s about time now that you put your pride away
Who squandered every mile they let us run, we re the bastard sons Do, you ve heard enough by now to know
For what it s worth i think you ve got some nerve, cause i ve found something worth all i ve given up
If this is all a dream, until they let you go Do, and we tore these days undone
Cause i ve found something worth all i ve given up, we re the bastard sons
We re the lucky ones, who squandered every mile they let us run And, raise the bar
You ve heard enough by now to know, who squandered every mile they let us run
Cause you can t change the rules they made to suit yourself, cause i ve found something worth all i ve given up
So set your sights ahead and chase it down, your own mouth
you re worth a fools weight in gold
We re the lucky ones, for what it s worth i think you ve got some nerve Do, cause i ve found something worth all i ve given up
Cause there s something about how the words sound when they re coming out of, we re the lucky ones, we re the bastard sons
and we tore these days undone
cause i ve found something worth all i ve given up
It s what you earn and not what you deserve, who squandered every mile they let us run
There s lines to cross and lines to leave alone, who squandered every mile they let us run
And we tore these days undone, it s what you earn and not what you deserve, we re the lucky ones
cause there s something about how the words sound when they re coming out of
And we tore these days undone, and we tore these days undone And, there s lines to cross and lines to leave alone
who squandered every mile they let us run
Cause i ve found something worth all i ve given up, then i beg you to let me sleep
cause you can t change the rules they made to suit yourself
Who squandered every mile they let us run, cause you can t change the rules they made to suit yourself
or set it down
We re the lucky ones, we re the bastard sons
there s lines to cross and lines to leave alone
And we tore these days undone, we re the bastard sons
We re the lucky ones, you ve heard enough by now to know, it s about time now that you put your pride away
Cause you can t change the rules they made to suit yourself, raise the bar, for what it s worth i think you ve got some nerve
until they let you go
we re the lucky ones
we re the bastard sons
That keep the feet below your knees planted to the ground, if this is all a dream
We re the bastard sons, raise the bar Lucky, we re the lucky ones
When it s said and done, it s about time now that you find out your egos a coffin
And we tore these days undone, who squandered every mile they let us run
