Deadsy - The Key to Gramercy Park Lyrics

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The Key to Gramercy Park

The Key to Gramercy Park Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Key to Gramercy Park By Deadsy?
I got the key, key to Gramercy Park
Every night Looking for the fight Thoughts on the left The action's on the right As you know, the id wasn't meant to be starved Face white Revenge of the Hittites When you're inside And you thought to take a walk in the park Think someone is about to be carved From the other side of the Underscene To the boulevard of broken dreams To find the key to Gramercy Park I got the key, key to Gramercy Park Where it's safe to be afraid of the dark Maybe there we'll f*ck by the heavenly stars But I might, might miss breaking in through the bars From the other side of the Underscene To the boulevard of broken dreams To find the key to Gramercy Park In the other time of mother speed Through evil eyes and make believe To where we bare the supremacy mark And never look at the other place Stay with what's pristine that touches you Where the peril accentuates Something that could mean so much to you Try save a seat in the golden cage The media mass has still yet to say To simply pass or rise from the grave Now I've got the key to Gramercy Park Out of my way and I'm safe, not afraid of the dark Now I've got the key to Gramercy Park But I might, might miss breaking in through the bars |
Who Wrote The Key to Gramercy Park By Deadsy?
Alec Puro, Carlton R Sr Bost, Craig Riker, Elijah Skye Blue Allman, Joshua Eric Richman, Renn M Hawkey
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