Aitana - Chandelier Lyrics
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Chandelier
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What Are The Lyrics For Chandelier By Aitana?
Party girls don't get hurt
Can't feel anything, when will i learn? I push it down, push it down I'm the one for a good time call Phone's blowing up, ringing my doorbell I feel the love, feel the love One, two, three, one, two, three, drink One, two, three, one, two, three, drink One, two, three, one, two, three, drink Throw' em back till I lose count I'm gonna swing from the chandelier From the chandelier I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist Like it doesn't exist I'm gonna fly like a bird throught the night Feel my tears as they dry I'm gonna swing from the chandelier From the chandelier Sun is up, I'm a mess Gotta get out now Gotta run from this Here comes the shame Here comes the shame (Aah) One, two, three, one, two, three, drink One, two, three, one, two, three, drink One, two, three, one, two, three, drink Throw'em back till I lose count I'm gonna swing from the chandelier From the chandelier I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist Like it doesn't exist I'm gonna fly like a bird throught the night Feel my tears as the dry I'm gonna swing from the chandelier From the chandelier 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight On for tonight On for tonight |
Who Wrote Chandelier By Aitana?
Jesse Shatkin, Sia Furler
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What's The Duration Of The Chandelier By Aitana?The duration of Chandelier is 3:17 minutes and seconds. |
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