Covenant - Bullet [Enhanced Video Track] Lyrics
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Bullet [Enhanced Video Track]
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What Are The Lyrics For Bullet [Enhanced Video Track] By Covenant?
Time is like a bullet from behind
I run for cover just like you Time is like a liquid in my hands I swim for dry land just like you Time is like a blanket on my face I try to be here just like you Time is just a fiction of our minds I will survive and so will you We are the only ones right now that are celebrating And we are joining hands right now We are the only ones right now that are suffocating We are the dying ones right now As the water grinds the stone We rise and fall As our ashes turn to dust We shine like stars Kisses on the dancefloor in my past I need some comfort just like you Beating like a bass drum time goes by I want the last dance just like you Drowning in the flood of morning light I'm only human just like you Do you hear the city waking up I will survive and so will you We are the ones the only ones We are the ones the dying ones We are the ones the only ones We are the ones and we are joining hands We are the only ones right now that are celebrating As the water grinds the stone |
Who Wrote Bullet [Enhanced Video Track] By Covenant?
Joakim Montelius, Simonsson Eskil, Simonsson Eskil Simonsson Eskil
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What's The Duration Of The Bullet [Enhanced Video Track] By Covenant?The duration of Bullet [Enhanced Video Track] is 1:55 minutes and seconds. |
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