Architects - These Colours Don't Run Lyrics
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These Colours Don't Run
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What Are The Lyrics For These Colours Don't Run By Architects?
These streets aren't paved with gold
Don't believe everything that you're told Deception hides in all you see Corruption hangs in the air that you breathe And in the land of the free You know nothing comes for free Fourth drive in paradise Vapid souls check the market price Life time slave Living in a suburban grave If there was a God, was a God, You would be the death of him These colours don't run, Like colours from the face, Eyes roll back chemical despair, It's true what they say life isn't fair So repeat this line, everything, everything is fine So repeat this line, everything, everything is fine These colours don't run, Like colours from the face, Eyes roll back chemical despair, It's true what they say life isn't fair And in the land of the free You know nothing comes for free I'm struggling to find any poetry in this Someone beat me to the line ignorance is bliss So I guess I'll just say it how it is You had it all, you fucking pigs! These streets aren't paved with gold Don't believe everything that you're told Deception hides in all you see Corruption hangs in the air that you breathe |
Who Wrote These Colours Don't Run By Architects?
Thomas Duncan Searle
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What's The Duration Of The These Colours Don't Run By Architects?The duration of These Colours Don't Run is 4:01 minutes and seconds. |
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