Embrace - Sainted Lyrics
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Sainted
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What Are The Lyrics For Sainted By Embrace?
I've always been wholehearted,
but it would take a saint to understand, And so they had me martyred so I'd find out. The sky explodes above us, and I know there's no other above you, I only touched the surface but I found out. And I won't leave before an army makes me run, Big fish eat the littles ones, You and me we're sainted, Don't let them break your soul. The chemicals have started, they stop me finding anybody new, Why was I your target, do I stand out. The stars were shining for us, and I know there's no other above you, I'm rolling with the punches, I won't lie down. And I won't leave before an army makes me run, Big fish eat the littles ones, You and me we're sainted, Don't let them break your soul. Roll the dice, cause nothing's ever sure in life, Even though the stakes are high, we're already sainted. You're the first, I know it cause I'm fit to burst, I know it cause my halo hurts, I feel like I've been sainted. And I won't leave before an army makes me run, Big fish eat the littles ones, You and me we're sainted, Don't let them break your soul. And I won't leave before an army makes me run, Big fish eat the littles ones, You and me we're sainted, Don't let them break your soul. |
Who Wrote Sainted By Embrace?
Michael Dale, Steven Firth, Mike Heaton, Daniel Anthony Mcnamara, Richard Mcnamara
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What's The Duration Of The Sainted By Embrace?The duration of Sainted is 4:18 minutes and seconds. |
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