Black Honey - Dig Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Dig By Black Honey?
Don't you know
You make it right Golden bullet through my brain Midnight diving, dinner cracks When you see velvet I see black Do I wanna be told the truth? When I fell for a lie like you Oh Oh my, oh my God You gotta dig it out, dig it up We got tears away, crying flames And now I know, we're not the same Oh my, oh my God You gotta dig it out, dig it up We got tears away, crying flames And now I know, we're not the same The faded names Scratched in blue Forever empty your tattoo A tangled web A lovers trist A final nail in your kiss Do I wanna be told the truth? When I fell for a lie like you Oh my, oh my God You gotta dig it out, dig it up We got tears away, we're crying flames And now I know, we're not the same Oh my, oh my God You gotta dig it out, dig it up We got tears away, we're crying flames And now I know, we're not the same Oh my, oh my God You gotta dig it out, dig it up We got tears away, we're crying flames And now I know, we're not the same Oh my, oh my God You gotta dig it out, dig it up We got tears away, we're crying flames And now I know, we're not the same Oh my, oh my God You gotta dig it out, dig it up Oh my, oh my God You gotta dig it out, dig it up Oh my, oh my God You gotta dig it out, dig it up Oh my, oh my God You gotta dig it out, dig it up |
Who Wrote Dig By Black Honey?
Christopher Ostler, Isobel Phillips, Seton Daunt, Thomas Taylor, Tom Dewhurst
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