Bastille - Laura Palmer Lyrics
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Laura Palmer
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What Are The Lyrics For Laura Palmer By Bastille?
Walking out into the dark
Cutting out a different path Led by a beating heart All the people of the town Cast their eyes right to the ground In matters of the heart The night was all you had You ran into the night from all you had Found yourself a path upon the ground You ran into the night, you can't be found But, this is your heart Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Pumps through your veins Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Summer evening breezes bloom Drawing voices deep from you Led by a beating heart What a year and what a night What terryifying final sights Put out your beating heart The night was all you had; You ran into the night from all you had Found yourself a path upon the ground You ran into the night, you can't be found But, this is your heart Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Pumps through your veins Can you feel it? Can you feel it? If you had your gun Would you shoot it at the sky? Why? To see where it would fall? Oh, will you come down at all? If you had your gun Would you shoot it at the sky? Why? To see where your bullet would fall? Oh, will you come down at all? This is your heart Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Pumps through your veins Can you feel it? Can you feel it? This is your racing heart Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Pumps through your veins Can you feel it? Can you feel it? |
Who Wrote Laura Palmer By Bastille?
Daniel Smith
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What's The Duration Of The Laura Palmer By Bastille?The duration of Laura Palmer is 3:06 minutes and seconds. |
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