Elliot Root - Wicked Lies Lyrics

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Wicked Lies

Wicked Lies Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Wicked Lies By Elliot Root?
Blowing out the smoke in your head
Walking up the ceiling again I begin to wonder what is right I'm feeling my way through the darkness I am guided by this evening light With your will on mind Confusion is blinding me Pull my heart out, howling Can't you see that we are falling? From the wicked lies, yeah All these wicked lies you say 'Cause I need something to hold onto I need somewhere to see this through All the wicked lies, yeah All the wicked lies you say Spinning the tale that sings me to sleep I dream every night of the sting of your teeth Maybe you could give me some relief I'm feeling my way through the darkness I am following the sirens of Somewhere under the light Something divided me Pull my heart out, howling Can't you see that we are falling? From the wicked lies, yeah All these wicked lies you say 'Cause I need something to hold onto I need somewhere to see this through All the wicked lies, yeah All the wicked lies you say Pull my heart out, howling Can't you see that we are falling? From the wicked lies, yeah All these wicked lies you say 'Cause I need something to hold onto I need somewhere to see this through All the wicked lies, yeah All the wicked lies you say Funny you have found your disguise Hiding behind your wicked lies |
Who Wrote Wicked Lies By Elliot Root?
Melissa Cabezas-mattey, Scott Krueger
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What's The Duration Of The Wicked Lies By Elliot Root?The duration of Wicked Lies is 4:00 minutes and seconds. |
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