Dope - Violet [*] Lyrics
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Violet [*]
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What Are The Lyrics For Violet [*] By Dope?
And the sky was made of amethyst
And all the stars were just like little fish You should learn when to go You should learn how to say "no" Might last a day, yeah Mine is forever Might last a day, yeah Mine is forever When they get what they want And they never want it again When they get what they want And they never want it again Go on, take everything Take everything, I want you to Go on, take everything Take everything, I want you to And the sky was all violet I want it again, but violent, more violent Yeah, I'm the one with no soul One above and one below Might last a day, yeah Mine is forever Might last a day, yeah Mine is forever When they get what they want And they never want it again When they get what they want And they never want it again Go on, take everything Take everything, I want you to Go on, take everything Take everything, I dare you to Well, I told you from the start Just how this would end When I get what I want And I never want it again Go on, take everything Take everything, I want you to Go on, take everything Take everything, I want you to Spun a lie in your mind You're mine Go on, take everything Take everything, I want you to Go on, take everything Take everything, I want you to Go on, take everything Take everything, I want you to Go on, take everything Take everything Take everything Take everything |
Who Wrote Violet [*] By Dope?
Courtney M Love, Eric T. Erlandson
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What's The Duration Of The Violet [*] By Dope?The duration of Violet [*] is 3:40 minutes and seconds. |
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