Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Aya Lyrics

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Aya

Aya Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Aya By Black Rebel Motorcycle Club?
She's a reckless lover with blood stained hands
'Round the neck of her, helpless man She's the midnight silence, an outbound train She's the glory of fallen names Aya Aya We're alone There's no room here anymore Aya Aya We're alone And there's no room here anymore She's a patient killer, a timeless hand The choke of the falling sands She's a proven saint with a witch's tongue The gods of war at her command Sweet Aya bring it on I wanna kiss you till they're gone Sweet Aya bring it on I wanna kiss you till they're gone Till they're all gone Aya Aya We're alone and there's no room here anymore Aya Aya We're alone and there's no room here anymore She's the broken shadows on the fallen walls With no master there's no call She's the faithful silence that visits all With no mercy, no remorse Aya Aya We're alone and there's no room here anymore Aya Aya We're alone and there's no room here anymore Sweet Aya bring it on I wanna kiss you till they're gone Sweet Aya bring it on I wanna kiss you till they're gone Till they're all gone Aya Aya We're alone and there's no room here anymore Aya Aya We're alone and there's no room here anymore Aya Aya We're alone and there's no room here anymore Aya Aya We're alone |
Who Wrote Aya By Black Rebel Motorcycle Club?
Peter B. Hayes, Robert L. Been
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What's The Duration Of The Aya By Black Rebel Motorcycle Club?The duration of Aya is 5:39 minutes and seconds. |
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