Bastille - Divide Lyrics
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Divide
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What Are The Lyrics For Divide By Bastille?
Roll the window down, let the air blow 'round you
A sadness in the breeze as the night divides us In these darker days, I push the limit to the love you offer There's a riot in my head, demanding we do this forever Why would we divide when we could come together? Just bodies that collide, lost and found each other So don't, don't leave me alone Don't leave me alone, don't leave me alone Why would we divide when we could come together? Looking back around, glamorize the chaos Don't let summer nights destroy everything before us In these darker days, I push the limits to the love you offer There's a riot in my head, demanding we do this forever Why would we divide when we could come together? Just bodies that collide, lost and found each other So don't, don't leave me alone Don't leave me alone, don't leave me alone Why would we divide when we could come together? So roll the window down, won't let you go like this Go like this, go like this Roll the window down, won't let you go like this Go like this, go like this Why would we divide when we could come together? Are we just bodies that collide, lost and found each other So don't, don't leave me alone Don't leave me alone, don't leave me alone Why would we divide when we could come together? Roll the window down, won't let you go like this Go like this, go like this Roll the window down, won't let you go like this Go like this, go like this |
Who Wrote Divide By Bastille?
Daniel Campbell Smith, Mark Blair Crew
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What's The Duration Of The Divide By Bastille?The duration of Divide is 3:52 minutes and seconds. |
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