Inkwell - The Tragedy of David Gribble Lyrics
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The Tragedy of David Gribble
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What Are The Lyrics For The Tragedy of David Gribble By Inkwell?
Here we are, don't tell a soul
Of secrets held with arms bent back against their fold Say one word, don't breathe too fast. We're both compelled to break off everything that lasts Now it's four more steps til we reach the top And Heaven knows when we get there, we'll never stop. You bring the cigarettes, and I'll bring the conversation. And if everything works out right, we will sing. The cupboard's bare, all lines are down. The leaves are turning a nicer shade as they hit the ground. Say one word, keep it close We are trying to understand what we love the most. Now it's four more steps til we reach the top And Heaven knows when we get there, we'll never stop. You bring the cigarettes, and I'll bring the conversation. And if everything works out right, we will sing. My heart and I have yet to meet, But I heed every word that it says to me. Now it's four more steps til we reach the top And Heaven knows when we get there, we'll never stop. You bring the cigarettes, and I, I'll bring the conversation. And if everything works out right, we will sing. |
Who Wrote The Tragedy of David Gribble By Inkwell?
David Pierce, Travis Adams, Travis R. Adams
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What's The Duration Of The The Tragedy of David Gribble By Inkwell?The duration of The Tragedy of David Gribble is 4:47 minutes and seconds. |
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