Anberlin - Type Three Lyrics
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Type Three
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What Are The Lyrics For Type Three By Anberlin?
I have my reasons
For the vices I embrace. Our world of treasons And out there on the escape. No one else here, This conversation's been drowned here. Sixteen is nothing, And never will be til I'm dead. Don't bite the hand that feeds you, baby. (Oh, oh whoa) Take all the hands that need you lately. (Oh, oh whoa) I don't wanna wait, I don't wanna wait On you, anymore. Don't bite the hand that feeds you, baby. Daydream that the world stands still. Dancing through the fibers of time. Baby, I just want to hold Something that was never meant to be mine. I look to heaven to save me, And you call me naive. Gravity a hopeless lover Cursed with disbelief. Don't bite the hand that feeds you, baby. (Oh, oh whoa) Take all the hands that need you lately. (Oh, oh whoa) I don't wanna wait, I don't wanna wait On you, anymore. Don't bite the hand that feeds you, baby. Dance and kill me now To word's that I've chose Speak only when you are spoken to. Don't bite the hand that feeds you, baby. (Oh, oh whoa) Take all the hands that need you lately. (Oh, oh whoa) I don't wanna wait, I don't wanna wait On you, anymore. Don't bite the hand that feeds you, baby. Don't' bite the hand that feeds you, baby. (Don't bite, don't bite) Don't bite the hand that feeds you, baby. (Don't bite, don't bite, don't bite) Don't fight the hands that need you, lately. |
Who Wrote Type Three By Anberlin?
Christian Mcalhaney, Deon Rexroat, Joseph Milligan, Nathan Russell Young, Stephen Christian Arnold
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What's The Duration Of The Type Three By Anberlin?The duration of Type Three is 3:57 minutes and seconds. |
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