From First to Last - Dead Trees Lyrics

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Dead Trees

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What Are The Lyrics For Dead Trees By From First to Last?
Here we are, in the ashes of my desire
All the pieces fall from my chest down into the fire Wait, wait, hold on to a feeling so good Count a [?] pieces we're scattering burning so hot [?] You were everything that was killing me but I survived Now you're just a memory stuck in the history of my life My life I wanna know for is it so I watch it go, into the flame I wait impatiently to get away, now get the f*ck away from me (Woah oh ah, woah ah ah ah) You were everything that was killing me but I survived (Woah oh ah, woah ah ah ah) Now you're just a memory stuck in the history of my life We live, we bleed, we die The love we shared is now a lie Here we are in the ashes of my desire All the pieces fall from my chest down into the fire Into the fire (Woah oh ah, woah ah ah ah) You were everything that was killing me but I survived (Woah oh ah, woah ah ah ah) Now you're just a memory stuck in the history of my life You were everything that was killing me but I survived (Woah oh ah, woah ah ah ah) Our love is just a memory stuck in the regret of the fight We live, we bleed, we die The love we shared is now a lie |
Who Wrote Dead Trees By From First to Last?
Ernie Slenkovich, Matt Good, Matt Manning, Spencer Sotelo, Taylor Larson, Travis Richter
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What's The Duration Of The Dead Trees By From First to Last?The duration of Dead Trees is 4:04 minutes and seconds. |
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