Finger Eleven - Suffocate Lyrics
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Suffocate
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What Are The Lyrics For Suffocate By Finger Eleven?
Talk to me
Can you listen to me now Do you understand Can you identify? But it's as if you seem to make a small effort But you bend you're bending my mind And you try to, I can see you try to Suffocate And smother me Covered so I can't breathe We collapse our weakened hands fall together at once Abandoned They'll force you down and strap you in Now we agree and understand Speak slowly You gotta get it all out now What are you saying? Just remember we will always be here Just in case you have been waiting Waiting to show us something or give us some sign As if you're gonna suffocate, smothering Covered so you can't breathe We collapse our weakened hands fall together at once Abandoned They'll force you down and strap you in Now we agree and understand Gently lure your submission All the while the suspicion grows So be sick of listening To senile old and staggering naive youth Pick us up when we collapse Our weakened hands fall together at once Abandoned They'll force you down and strap you in Now we agree and understand When we collapse Our weakened hands fall together at once Abandoned They'll force you down and strap you in Now we agree and understand |
Who Wrote Suffocate By Finger Eleven?
James Black, Sean Anderson, Robert Anderson, Arnold Lanni
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What's The Duration Of The Suffocate By Finger Eleven?The duration of Suffocate is 3:44 minutes and seconds. |
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