Christine Siewert - Split [Mirrorball Mix] Lyrics
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Split [Mirrorball Mix]
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What Are The Lyrics For Split [Mirrorball Mix] By Christine Siewert?
To share is to split
Things that used to be one Become divided being in halves Violence turns into fear Breath in duality, like twins start to feel Those halves are developing well My wounds are remainders Painful as hell Either one face each on one side Like a wall in the heart Like twins torn apart Let's boost everybody's bonfire Yeah, greater than one For everyone Don't hand down the blackness Quizzical pig Give up your loot Too big for your boots Coming together Falling apart To share is to split Come on, Come on Lets be split To share is to split Come on, let us split Find out the way that it feels Structures fall to pieces Deny Your Ideals Bury the Earth Let's take every nation Systems struggle Borders fall Shake the foundation Coming together Falling apart To share is to split To share is to split Come on, let us split Both halves are developing well My wounds are remainders Painful as hell Either one face each on one side Like a wall in the heart Like twins torn apart |
Who Wrote Split [Mirrorball Mix] By Christine Siewert?
Gunter Schulz Svet Am, Sascha Konietzko, Guenter Schulz, Klaus Schandelmaier, Sasch Kegel Konietzko
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What's The Duration Of The Split [Mirrorball Mix] By Christine Siewert?The duration of Split [Mirrorball Mix] is 5:40 minutes and seconds. |
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