Guns N' Wankers - Skin Deep Lyrics
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Skin Deep
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What Are The Lyrics For Skin Deep By Guns N' Wankers?
Keep telling me you're skin deep
And I believe you You're telling me talk is cheap But you won't need to Keep telling me good things come to those who wait And I won't be there You'll find out for yourself, soon enough I won't try to make it right Or make it understood When that point of view means nothing to you The future's bleak And you're uneasy Target weakness Still twisted Keep telling me good things come to those who wait And I won't be there You'll find out for yourself, soon enough I won't try to make it right Or make it understood When that point of view means nothing to you The future's bleak And you're uneasy Target weakness Still twisted Keep telling me good things come to those who wait And I won't be there You'll find out for yourself, soon enough I won't try to make it right Or make it understood When that point of view means nothing to you I'm hearing the, I'm hearing the I'm hearing the same excuses I'm hearing the, I'm hearing the I'm hearing the same excuses Keep telling me good things come to those who wait And I won't be there You'll find out for yourself, soon enough I won't try to make it right Or make it understood When that point of view means nothing to you |
Who Wrote Skin Deep By Guns N' Wankers?
Nicholas Orain Lowe
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What's The Duration Of The Skin Deep By Guns N' Wankers?The duration of Skin Deep is 2:52 minutes and seconds. |
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