Christine and the Queens - Nada Lyrics
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Nada
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What Are The Lyrics For Nada By Christine and the Queens?
Nada
Why is it done in a day? Why is it done in a day? First you give me so much and rot away Why am I the one who leaves? Why am I the one who leaves? On my way out a little, the tiniest seed Feelings are lost and mine are overrated Coming to dust, nothing's here protected Feelings of loss, am I overrated? If we are done Nada Never back again Never ever, ever coming back again Never back again Ooh, pasa, pasa, pasa nada Never back again Never ever, ever coming back again Nada Never back again Oh, pasa, pasa, pasa nada Pasa, pasa, pasa nada (nada, pasa, pasa, pasa nada) Why are you hurting? Tell me why you're hurting? Hands on the floor, wait Why is he just grinning? Hiding in showers It must be for something if not for love Nada Never back again Never ever, ever coming back again Nada Never back again Ooh, pasa, pasa, pasa nada Never back again Never ever, ever coming back again Nada Never back again Ooh, pasa, pasa, pasa nada Never back again Never ever, ever coming back again Nada Never back again Ooh, pasa, pasa, pasa nada Never back again Never ever, ever coming back again Nada Never back again Ooh, pasa, pasa, pasa nada Never back again Ooh, pasa, pasa, pasa nada Never back again Ooh, pasa, pasa, pasa nada Never back again Pasa, pasa, pasa nada Ooh (pasa, pasa, pasa) |
Who Wrote Nada By Christine and the Queens?
Heloise Letissier
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What's The Duration Of The Nada By Christine and the Queens?The duration of Nada is 2:47 minutes and seconds. |
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