Gin Wigmore - Holding on to Hell Lyrics
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Holding on to Hell
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What Are The Lyrics For Holding on to Hell By Gin Wigmore?
You sat on broken hearts
Still I feel, I feel you moving on And I can't cope, I feel my body burn I feel it cold, come over, you Oh, open me, baby Something in the way Something in the way that you move A little crazy Something in the way Something in the way that you move Put it in [?] Holding on to Hell Holding ain't no way to know how Eight years the time Eat it like ya hold it Goes around [?] Heal, I'll heal your broken parts I want you to love, I want you to love me well But I can't give, I cannot give you all I cannot give you all, no Oh, open me, baby Something in the way Something in the way that you move A little crazy Something in the way Something in the way that you move Put it in [?] Holding on to Hell Holding ain't no way to know how Eight years the time Eat it like ya hold it Goes around [?] Sitting down, oh, waiting, don't you Break my thoughts How high is the wave to go indogen How high this sway to indulge in you more Oh, oh, oh, baby, something in the way Something in the way that you move Oh, open me, baby Something in the way Something in the way that you move A little crazy Something in the way Something in the way that you move Put it in [?] Holding on to Hell Holding ain't no way to know how Eight years the time Eat it like ya hold it Goes around [?] |
Who Wrote Holding on to Hell By Gin Wigmore?
Joakim Frans Ahlund, Virginia Claire Wigmore
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