Atreyu - Storm to Pass Lyrics
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Storm to Pass
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What Are The Lyrics For Storm to Pass By Atreyu?
Razor wire,
Give backs for things we've done. After thoughts, Of past storms weathered before. Oh no! Oh no! I watch the clouds roll in, Oh no! Oh no! It's happening again. I'll be, Watching, waiting, Tremble, shaking. Will the storm pass over us today? Will lightning strike our sins away? Watching, waiting, Fallen, shaking. Will the storm pass over us today? Or is our future looking grey? Aftermath, Much worse than it was before. Battle scars, Some are seen and some are not. Oh no! Oh no! I watch the clouds roll in, Oh no! Oh no! It's happening again. I'll be, Watching, waiting, Tremble, shaking. Will the storm pass over us today? Will lightning strike our sins away? Watching, waiting, Fallen, shaking. Will the storm pass over us today? Or is our future looking grey. You can't hide from the dark. Well I never thought it'd turn out this way, yeah. You can't hide from the dark. Watching, waiting, Tremble, shaking. Will the storm pass over us today? Will lightning strike our sins away? Watching, waiting, Fallen, shaking. Will the storm pass over us today? Or is our future looking grey? Hey, Hey! |
Who Wrote Storm to Pass By Atreyu?
Daniel Dan Jacobs, Porter Marc Mcknight, Travis William Miguel, Brandon Saller, Ektor Alex Varkatzas
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What's The Duration Of The Storm to Pass By Atreyu?The duration of Storm to Pass is 3:48 minutes and seconds. |
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