Friendly Fires - White Diamonds Lyrics
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White Diamonds
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What Are The Lyrics For White Diamonds By Friendly Fires?
Oh, she was young in her mind
They're the days, they were old and tired Along came a love She had yearned for so long, oh, she felt on fire She'd do anything for him She'd do anything for him Oh, he was close as the label in a shirt Never left her side Oh, he would lace handkerchief in the rain If she ever walked by He'd do anything for her He'd do anything for her Hold back and keep slow All the light's out in your cold heart now Hold back and keep slow All the light's out in your cold heart now Stuck in a world that would pull them apart And it cost in time If only they knew up ahead loomed a cloud That was as black as night She'd do anything for him She'd do anything for him Oh, they were strong They could take on the world and put up a fight And even the clouds couldn't stand in the way When they held on tight He'd do anything for her He'd do anything for her Hold back and keep slow All the light's out in your cold heart now Hold back and keep slow All the light's out in your cold heart now Don't hold your breath too long For white diamonds in the snow Don't hold your breath too long For white diamonds in the snow Hold back and keep slow All the light's out in your cold heart now Hold back and keep slow All the light's out in your cold heart now |
Who Wrote White Diamonds By Friendly Fires?
Edward David Huw Macfarlane, Edward John Frederick Gibson, Jack Barnaby Savidge
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What's The Duration Of The White Diamonds By Friendly Fires?The duration of White Diamonds is 4:12 minutes and seconds. |
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