Conchita Wurst - Firestorm Lyrics
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Firestorm
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What Are The Lyrics For Firestorm By Conchita Wurst?
Love is like a potion
It's a chemical So lead me to the water Like an animal But you You could never hold me I could never hold you down And I can't get enough My heart is a firestorm And all that I needed was your flame And now that you've gone out of the door Tell me who-ooh-ooh could love you more My heart is a firestorm And all that I needed was your flame And now that you've gone out of the door Tell me who-ooh-ooh could love you more Tell me who could love you, who Who could love you Who could love you Tell me who-ooh-ooh could love you more Love is like a river Let me drift away Skin on skin Don't wake me up again 'Cos you You could never hold me I could never hold you down And I can't get enough My heart is a firestorm And all that I needed was your flame And now that you've gone out of the door Tell me who-ooh-ooh could love you more My heart is a firestorm And all that I needed was your flame And now that you've gone out of the door Tell me who-ooh-ooh could love you more Tell me who could love you, who Who could love you Who could love you Who could love you My heart is a firestorm (firestorm) And all that I needed was your flame And now that you've gone out of the door Tell me who-ooh-ooh could love you more Tell me who could love you (who could love you baby) Who could love you Who could love you Tell me who-ooh-ooh could love you more (Ooh baby) Tell me who-ooh-ooh could love you more |
Who Wrote Firestorm By Conchita Wurst?
Aleena Gibson, Joacim Persson, Sebastian Arman
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