Coheed and Cambria - The Black Rainbow Lyrics
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The Black Rainbow
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What Are The Lyrics For The Black Rainbow By Coheed and Cambria?
You were all that we needed
To believe in our doubt The hurt we allowed We swore to believe them And scattered across our memories found You were all that we needed To believe in our doubt The worst I'm afraid The hurt we allowed We'd find the lines enclosed Into a great unknown to read all The words we left out In all we are But you were afraid In all we are The one thing we can pay In all we are But you were afraid Wishing one day we could be strong It's over, it's over It's all coming apart While you were sleeping, we were stealing your home It's over, it's over It's all coming apart Now I never let this go, I say It's over, it's over It's all coming apart While you were sleeping, we were stealing your home It's over, it's over Coming apart Now I never let this go, I say It's over, it's over (Coming apart, coming apart) While you were sleeping, we were stealing your home It's over, it's over (Coming apart, coming apart) Now I never let this go, I say It's over, it's over Coming apart, I know, I know, you know, you know It's over, it's over Coming apart (it's over, it's over) |
Who Wrote The Black Rainbow By Coheed and Cambria?
Claudio Sanchez, Travis Stever
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What's The Duration Of The The Black Rainbow By Coheed and Cambria?The duration of The Black Rainbow is 7:35 minutes and seconds. |
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