Love yourself
Find yourself
In this strange terrain
Do you think you can love yourself?
In this strange terrain
Do you think you can find yourself
In this strange terrain
There's only one thing to know
No matter where you go
You'll always have a shoulder to cry on
In this strange terrain
In this strange terrain
In this strange terrain
In this strange terrain
They say that I should fear you
And that somehow they all hear you
But I swear you'll be the death of me
Your silence is so deafening
The secrets that you're keeping from me
Try to keep on reaching for them
But you won't give me nothing solid
So I guess that I'll be going
I guess that I'll be going
I guess that I'll be going
I guess that
Tom Harts - Strange Terrain Lyrics
Tom Harts - Strange Terrain Lyrics
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Love yourself
Find yourself
In this strange terrain
Do you think you can love yourself?
In this strange terrain
Do you think you can find yourself
In this strange terrain
There's only one thing to know
No matter where you go
You'll always have a shoulder to cry on
In this strange terrain
In this strange terrain
In this strange terrain
In this strange terrain
They say that I should fear you
And that somehow they all hear you
But I swear you'll be the death of me
Your silence is so deafening
The secrets that you're keeping from me
Try to keep on reaching for them
But you won't give me nothing solid
So I guess that I'll be going
I guess that I'll be going
I guess that I'll be going
I guess that
Find yourself
In this strange terrain
Do you think you can love yourself?
In this strange terrain
Do you think you can find yourself
In this strange terrain
There's only one thing to know
No matter where you go
You'll always have a shoulder to cry on
In this strange terrain
In this strange terrain
In this strange terrain
In this strange terrain
They say that I should fear you
And that somehow they all hear you
But I swear you'll be the death of me
Your silence is so deafening
The secrets that you're keeping from me
Try to keep on reaching for them
But you won't give me nothing solid
So I guess that I'll be going
I guess that I'll be going
I guess that I'll be going
I guess that
Writer: Calvin Hartsfield
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