Audioslave - Curse Lyrics
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Curse
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What Are The Lyrics For Curse By Audioslave?
Help me I don't know what I'm doing
Help me before I fall to ruin And if I'm blind, I will lead you on Come follow me now before our time is gone And as you're laughing at this fool tonight Let me rid myself of any line that I might choose to trip you up And as I'm howling at the moonlight, don't you kid yourself I will be your luck and never be your curse Never be your curse Help me I don't know what I'm saying Sometimes this tongue can be betraying And if I'm wrong, is that such a crime? And if you want, you can set my words to right And as you're laughing at this fool tonight Let me rid myself of any line that I might choose to trip you up And as I'm howling at the moonlight, don't you kid yourself I will be your luck and never be your curse, never be your curse And if your eyes forget to well And if your lies forget to tell And if our paths forget to cross It doesn't mean you're lost And as you're laughing at this fool tonight Let me rid myself of any line that I might choose to trip you up And as I'm howling at the moonlight, don't you kid yourself Even at my worse And as you're laughing at this fool tonight Let me rid myself of any line that I might choose to trip you up And as I'm howling at the moonlight, don't you kid yourself I will be your luck even at my worse, I will be you luck, never be your curse |
Who Wrote Curse By Audioslave?
Timothy Commerford, Chris Cornell, Tom Morello, Brad Wilk
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