Illenium - Fractures Lyrics
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Fractures
Fractures Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Fractures By Illenium?
Burning everything I know
Desperate for a change Crashing down the ancient roads Past our yesterday Maybe there is hunger in my blood Screaming out loud for what I want See me running full speed at it Shattering, collide Call it post-traumatic Now it's do or die Coming after tiny fractures Coming after tiny fractures See me running full speed at it Coming after tiny fractures Call me post-traumatic What comes after, tiny fractures What comes after Tiny fractures What comes after What comes after Tiny fractures What comes after What comes after Tiny fractures What comes after Tiny fractures Feeding frenzy is in my brain I'm hopeful every day I gotta get it while we are still young enough to break We're finally not afraid Maybe there is hunger in my blood Screaming out loud for what I want See me running full speed at it Shattering, collide Call me post-traumatic Now it's do or die Coming after tiny fractures Coming after tiny fractures See me running full speed at it Coming after tiny fractures Call me post-traumatic What comes after, tiny fractures What comes after Tiny fractures What comes after What comes after Tiny fractures What comes after What comes after Tiny fractures What comes after Tiny fractures |
Who Wrote Fractures By Illenium?
Keeley Bumford
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What's The Duration Of The Fractures By Illenium?The duration of Fractures is 4:05 minutes and seconds. |
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