Feeder - Picture of Perfect Youth Lyrics

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Picture of Perfect Youth

Picture of Perfect Youth Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Picture of Perfect Youth By Feeder?
Left out in the sun to dry again, washed up on a shore line south of spain
Gazing up with telescopic eyes, planetary life above the skies Oh my god, she's my obsession, my obsession (my obsession) Here she comes, she's a picture of perfect youth Here she comes, lifting me up to the moon Drifting on a boat in emerald seas, pulling on the strings inside of me Tasting salt as waves dive over me, twisting on a rope of memories Oh my god, she's my obsession, my obsession Here she comes, she's a picture of perfect youth Here she comes, lifting me up to the moon Here she comes, she's a picture of perfect youth Here she comes If you could only see, that I'm sinking like a stone The sea is getting colder, every second as I go It's like breathing underwater, but I just can't let you go My obsession, she's my obsession, my obsession Oh my god, she's my obsession, my obsession (my obsession) Here she comes, she's a picture of perfect youth Here she comes, lifting me up to the moonoh my god, she's my obsession, my obsession (my obsession) Here she comes, she's a picture of perfect youth Here she comes, lifting me up to the moon Here she comes |
Who Wrote Picture of Perfect Youth By Feeder?
Grant Nicholas, Jon Lee, Taka Hirose
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What's The Duration Of The Picture of Perfect Youth By Feeder?The duration of Picture of Perfect Youth is 3:48 minutes and seconds. |
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