Adema - Black Clouds Lyrics
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Black Clouds
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What Are The Lyrics For Black Clouds By Adema?
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Here in the dark Escaping this withering soul My thoughts are growing cold Here by my side Is everything I've ever owned I've got to go alone And I don't mind at all I've got to let you go It's the black clouds over your head It's the monsters under your bed As tragic as this might seem We can't escape the bad things You know what that means (No!) Here in the light I'll drown in what I'll never be They love to watch them crawl But here I decide Swallow the worst part of me And then he breaks the fall And I don't mind at all I've got to let you go It's the black clouds over your head It's the monsters under your bed As tragic as this might seem We can't escape the bad things You know what that means Something better change real soon I don't think I can wait for you Something that I have to do I swear that I will see this through Something better change real soon I swear that I will see this through It's the black clouds over your head It's the monsters under your bed As tragic as this might seem We can't escape the bad things You know what that means It's the black clouds over your head (oh the black clouds) It's the monsters under your bed (no it's the monsters) As tragic as this might seem (I have a bad dream) We can't escape the bad things You know what that means You know what that means You know what that means You can't escape me You can't escape me! |
Who Wrote Black Clouds By Adema?
Ryan Adams
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What's The Duration Of The Black Clouds By Adema?The duration of Black Clouds is 3:33 minutes and seconds. |
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