Charly Bliss - Bleach Lyrics
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Bleach
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What Are The Lyrics For Bleach By Charly Bliss?
You're always right but it's better to lie
Big as buildings and bleach-stained white Loud with you, I'm in love with your way I always wanted my sister's face Plants and people wanna grow They lean into the sun And press against my window in the way Sick with worry, plagued by fear It took so long to say I know I wasn't happy there or here Spitting me out and I should say something nice? I'm fucking joy and I hemorrhage light He can destroy everything that I like Big as buildings and bleach-stained white Surrounded by the things I love And things I wanna buy And I'm reflecting faceless and unformed Sick with worry, plagued by fear It took so long to say I know I wasn't happy there or here Columns of confetti colors bleed Kisses pressed into a screen Cried so much I couldn't see it right Sparks that bled into the seams Young enough for something beautiful Betrayed and dumb enough to be the first Crisis cashing out Surrounded by the things I love And things I wanna buy And I'm reflecting faceless and unformed Sick with worry, plagued by fear It took so long to say I know I wasn't happy there or here Plants and people wanna grow They lean into the sun And press against my window in the way Dust under the world explodes Now every day I thank the moon and stars that I was born a girl |
Who Wrote Bleach By Charly Bliss?
Eva Grace Hendricks, Samuel Robert Hendricks
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What's The Duration Of The Bleach By Charly Bliss?The duration of Bleach is 3:51 minutes and seconds. |
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