Birdy - Words As Weapons [Version] Lyrics
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Words As Weapons [Version]
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What Are The Lyrics For Words As Weapons [Version] By Birdy?
I feel your knife as it goes right in
Cut to my core but I'm not bleeding All that you say trying to make me small Well the bigger you get, the harder you fall You use your words as a weapon, dear But your blades don't hurt when you have no fear You think that you're deep under my skin You're trying to keep me suffering If you use your words as a weapon Then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears You have my heart but I lock it up This burning flame has been burnt enough My window's cracked, but they can be replaced But your arm will tire throwing stones my way You use your words as a weapon, dear But your blades don't hurt when you have no fear You think that you're deep under my skin You're trying to keep me suffering If you use your words as a weapon Then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears I feel your knife as it goes right in You use your words as a weapon, dear But your blades don't hurt when you have no fear You think that you're deep under my skin You're trying to keep me suffering If you use your words as a weapon Then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears I'll shed no tears I'll shed no tears |
Who Wrote Words As Weapons [Version] By Birdy?
Jasmine Lucilla Elisabeth Van Den Bogaerde, Ryan Tedder
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What's The Duration Of The Words As Weapons [Version] By Birdy?The duration of Words As Weapons [Version] is 3:42 minutes and seconds. |
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