Butch Walker - Everything White Lyrics
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Everything White
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What Are The Lyrics For Everything White By Butch Walker?
(Everything white)
Like the privilege on my streets (Everything white) Like grandpa's costume sheets (Everything white) Like the lies I tell my friends (Everything white) Like the life that I pretend (Everything white) Like the blood cells that deplete (Everything white) These hospital walls will bleed (Everything white) The only Beatle album better than Let it Be (Everything white) Everybody's blinded by the lightning Nobody hears the falling rain Everybody's hiding in the silence We all are all to blame For... (Everything white) Like the churches squeaky clean (Everything white) Like the preacher's limousine (Everything white) Like the sobering reality (Everything white) When you gotta' stop talking just to see Everybody's blinded by the lightning Nobody hears the falling rain Everybody's hiding in the silence We all are all to blame For... (Everything white) Like my face when I'm faced with a song that I didn't even write (Everything white) Like the pages of books that I took sound familiar, right? (Everything white) Take a couple of these, everything's gonna' be alright (Everything white) Just breathe a little And realize, realize Everybody's blinded by the lightning Nobody hears the falling rain Everybody's hiding in the silence We all are all to blame For.... |
Who Wrote Everything White By Butch Walker?
Butch Walker
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What's The Duration Of The Everything White By Butch Walker?The duration of Everything White is 2:34 minutes and seconds. |
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