Coheed and Cambria - Crossing the Frame [DVD] Lyrics
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Crossing the Frame [DVD]
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What Are The Lyrics For Crossing the Frame [DVD] By Coheed and Cambria?
Home,
A silence put to glass that stutters words misleading here Give me all you got with one shot sent to let me know Here across the grass between the glass I know You're not the one I left to wait here helping I left in a sudden rush and never said why you Couldn't know that I had no goodbyes Oh but I wish that you were I'm spying on you newo The way that you would have been if I Stayed here at home I'm givin' it up newo How important I would have been to you Press the steps I take to cross your doorframe You decide to answer when my fist swings hello I left in a sudden rush and never said why you Couldn't know that I had no goodbyes Oh but I wish that you were I'm spying on you newo The way that you would have been if I Stayed here at home I'm givin it up newo How important I would have been to you It's a casting call dies into wells that hold our dreams You won't believe me If I told you so Casting call Dies into wells that hold our dreams You won't believe me I would if you told me so Oh oh oh oh Oh but I wish that you were I'm spying on you newo The way that you would have been if I Stayed here at home I'm givin it up newo How important I would have been to you |
Who Wrote Crossing the Frame [DVD] By Coheed and Cambria?
Claudio Sanchez, Joshua Eppard, Michael Todd, Travis Stever
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