David Baerwald - The Crash Lyrics
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The Crash
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What Are The Lyrics For The Crash By David Baerwald?
Rachel got into the back seat
cut her knee on broken glass tore her stockings on the ashtray let the air flow through her hands we were far so far from sober we were driving much too fast slip slide we were taking a ride slip slide we were taking a ride slip slide we were taking a ride slip slide we were taking a ride and we crashed we crashed metal hurts so when it hits you flesh & bone like hand blown glass like a harpy trying to kiss you protects you nothing, then you crash Rachel stopped and looked me over she asked me where she knew me last slip slide we were taking a ride slip slide we were taking a ride slip slide we were taking a ride slip slide we were taking a ride and we crashed oh my baby are you hurt? oh my baby are you burned? let me kiss and make it better let me kiss and make it better let me kiss and make it better let me kiss and make it better, better Rachel came crying forgive me can you make it go away? can you get your sweet, smooth skin back? is it just too late for that? we were so far, far from sober we were driving much too fast slip slide we were taking a ride slip slide we were taking a ride slip slide we were taking a ride slip slide we were taking a ride |
Who Wrote The Crash By David Baerwald?
David Francis Baerwald, Jamie Muhoberac
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What's The Duration Of The The Crash By David Baerwald?The duration of The Crash is 4:43 minutes and seconds. |
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