Ameritz - Tributes - By Crooked Steps Lyrics
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By Crooked Steps
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What Are The Lyrics For By Crooked Steps By Ameritz - Tributes?
I'm addicted to feeling, stealing love isn't stealing
Can't you see that I understand your mind? I'm a walking believer, I'm a ghost and a healer I'm the shape of the hole inside your heart Not looking for a brighter side Crooked steps will take me higher I don't care if you want to cry I'm a soldier for hire killing all you admire And you live in denial but that will change, hey Not looking for a brighter side Crooked steps will take me higher I don't care if you want to cry When blood is raining down, it cuts a deep deep river, yeah And we're diving, yeah, we're diving My crooked steps right behind you (Right behind you) My crooked steps right behind you (Right behind you) My crooked steps right behind you (Right behind you) My crooked steps right behind you (Right behind you) I'm a walking believer, I'm a ghost and a healer Can't you see that I understand your mind? Can't you see that I understand your mind? My crooked steps right behind you My crooked steps right behind you My crooked steps right behind you My crooked steps right behind you My crooked steps right behind you Right behind you, right behind you, right behind you |
Who Wrote By Crooked Steps By Ameritz - Tributes?
Chris J Cornell, Hunter Benedict Shepherd, Kim A Thayil, Matthew D Cameron
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What's The Duration Of The By Crooked Steps By Ameritz - Tributes?The duration of By Crooked Steps is 4:00 minutes and seconds. |
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