Cold - Back Home Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Back Home By Cold?
When she walks into the room
They look up to see her face All the glitter falls on her And the room's her stage Don't you think you've had enough? Do the claws make sores? Take my hand and come away And I'll take you home I won't turn around Can't be afraid Taking you all the way back home Innocence gone Can't be the same Taking you all the way back home Back home Will the world still be the same Even if you're gone When the pillars start to fade And the room's just walls Don't you think you've had enough? Do the claws make sores? Take my hand and come away And I'll take you home I won't turn around Can't be afraid Taking you all the way back home Innocence gone Can't be the same Taking you all the way All the way All the way Don't you think you've had enough? What's the gun there for? Take my hand and fly away And I'll take you home Don't you think you've had enough? What's the gun there for? Take my hand and come away And I'll take you Don't turn around Can't be afraid Take you all the way back home Innocence gone Can't be the same Take you all the way I'll take you all the way I'll take you all the way back I'll take you all the way I'll take you all the way Back home I'll take you all the way (Back home) I'll take you all the way (Back home) I'll take you all the way (Back home) I'll take you all the way Home |
Who Wrote Back Home By Cold?
Jeremy D. Marshall, Ronald Ward, Ronald Ward, Jr., Samuel Mccandless, Samuel Alan Mc Candless
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What's The Duration Of The Back Home By Cold?The duration of Back Home is 4:31 minutes and seconds. |
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