Garbage - Never Be Free Lyrics

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Never Be Free

Never Be Free Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Never Be Free By Garbage?
You'll never be free
You'll never be free This is the place where dreams begin I wait right here for you, my friend I shiver underneath your skin A brazen thief who walks right in You can beat yourself up to the beat of a drum You can drink til you drop, til you can't stand up And it tastes so sweet, it tastes so sweet You'll never forgive me, you'll never be free You might as well kill me, you'll never be free You'll never forgive me, you'll never be free You might as well kill me, you'll never be free I'll be your master heroine Your mother's milk, your adrenaline Are you a hunter just like me? A lot of heart, a little crazy You can beat yourself up to the beat of the drum You can drink til you drop, til you can't stand up And it tastes so sweet, tastes so sweet You'll never forgive me, you'll never be free You might as well kill me, you'll never be free You'll never forgive me, you'll never be free You might as well kill me, you'll never be, never be free Your house, your room, your mouth, your bed Your ear, your heart, your veins, your blood In your house, your room, your mouth, your bed Your ear, your heart, your veins, your blood You'll never be free You'll never be, never be free You'll never be free You'll never be, never be free You'll never forgive me You might as well kill me |
Who Wrote Never Be Free By Garbage?
Douglas Elwin Erickson, Shirley Ann Manson, Steve W. Marker, Bryan David Vig
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