Hot Chip - No God Lyrics
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No God
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What Are The Lyrics For No God By Hot Chip?
No God, no light, no void, no sight
No dream, no sign Can make me feel the way you make me feel Can make me feel the way you make me I was starting to run I was starting to hide I was starting to turn Turn and go for a ride I was starting to look I was starting to search I was starting to be something I wasn't worth We're dancing in circles while we're playing dead, playing dead Don't know if you heard me or the voices in my head No God, no light, no void, no sight No dream, no sign Can make me feel the way you make me feel I was starting to run I was starting to hide I was starting to turn Turn and go for a ride I was starting to look I was starting to search I was starting to be something I wasn't worth I was starting to breathe I was starting to cry I was starting to fall I was wondering why I was starting to live I was starting to try I was starting to feel Never wondering why No God, no light, no void, no sight No dream, no sign Can make me feel the way you make me feel Can make me feel the way you make me feel The way you make me feel The way you make me feel We're dancing in circles while we're playing dead, playing dead Don't know if I heard you or the voice within my head We're dancing in circles while we're playing dead, playing dead Don't know if I heard you or the voice within my head We're dancing in circles while we're playing dead, playing dead Don't know if I heard you or the voice within my head |
Who Wrote No God By Hot Chip?
Al Doyle, Alexis Taylor, Felix Martin, Joe Goddard, Owen Clarke
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