Augustana - Bullets Lyrics
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Bullets
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What Are The Lyrics For Bullets By Augustana?
Come fly down like a singing bird
Sings your name, but I am still the same Black and white, no, you're not to blame Holly swing, put me down to shame Jack and coke, please take off your coat Come and dance, shuffle with a glance Come and smile, please stay here awhile When you're gone, leaving for the door Lights in the car in the park Falling on my face, I know who we are Now I'm looking down for the rest of the night Bullet in my head ended late last night It's in my head My head Come face down, lying on the ground In record time, your words, they always rhyme There's a strange, strange boy with his favorite toy In your room.. She's shaking in the car with a gun in her hands Falling over love and the sweet romance And I ain't never thought it could come down to this A bullet in my head with the sweetest kiss It's in my head It's in my headâ?¦ My head She's shaking in the car with the gun in her hands Falling over love and this sweet romance And I ain't never thought it could come down to this A bullet in my head with the sweetest kiss It's in my head It's in my head It's in my head It's in my head It's in my head |
Who Wrote Bullets By Augustana?
Ashley Bates, Samuel Jonah Genders, Rebecca Jacobs, Michael Lewis Lindsay, Martin Bradley Smith, Philip David Winter
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What's The Duration Of The Bullets By Augustana?The duration of Bullets is 3:56 minutes and seconds. |
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