Finger Eleven - Five Crooked Lines Lyrics
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Five Crooked Lines
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What Are The Lyrics For Five Crooked Lines By Finger Eleven?
Five crooked lines meet at five different times
To make a star that shines so bright it just might lead us to eternal life The door was open wide and it was more than surprising And we swore the world'd be ours in time But just like that the star fell from the sky Into a lake of flames Born of a fiery rain Now it's all replaced So watch it fall again Into a lake of flames Born of a fiery rain Now it's all replaced So watch it fall again And again as the dreams erase Five crooked lines meet at five different times To make a star that shines so bright it just might lead us to eternal life The door was open wide And it was more than surprising and we swore The world'd be ours in time But just like that the star fell from the sky Into a lake of flames Born of a fiery rain Now it's all replaced So watch it fall again Into a lake of flames Born of a fiery rain Now it's all replaced So watch it fall again And again as the dreams erase Into a lake of flames Born of a fiery rain Now it's all replaced So watch it fall again Into a lake of flames Born of a fiery rain Now it's all replaced So watch it fall again And again as the dreams erase |
Who Wrote Five Crooked Lines By Finger Eleven?
James Ryan Black, Richard Jackett, Robert Scott Anderson, Sean Robert Anderson
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What's The Duration Of The Five Crooked Lines By Finger Eleven?The duration of Five Crooked Lines is 3:45 minutes and seconds. |
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