Cut Copy - Nobody Lost, Nobody Found Lyrics
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Nobody Lost, Nobody Found
Nobody Lost, Nobody Found Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Nobody Lost, Nobody Found By Cut Copy?
Always crashing to the ground
Always from the same height Always falling down And if you start a fashion now Make me a believer The seas will part somehow Staring at a silver sun I'm blinded I can see you almost in my town Nothing but a seat of blue Seperating seasons And I think of you Burning in the face of love Burning in the face of love Walking through a paper town Counting all the reasons to burn the others down Seems like every chance I take Brings me ever closer to being far away Black out Keep your colours dim So nobody can see you And let the ghost back in Leave me heading to the ground Always from the same height And always falling down Burning in the face of love Burning in the face of love Burning in the face of love Burning in the face of love Falling I'm falling Falling I'm falling Falling I'm falling Falling I'm falling Building Building Building gone Bulging bones are hard to hold Mould is forming on the ground Nobody is lost Nobody is found Building Building Building gone Bulging bones are hard to hold Mould is forming on the ground Nobody is lost Nobody is found Burning in the face of love Burning in the face of love Burning in the face of love Burning in the face of love |
Who Wrote Nobody Lost, Nobody Found By Cut Copy?
Dan Whitford, Tim Ross Hoey
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