Interpol - Song Seven Lyrics

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Song Seven

Song Seven Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Song Seven By Interpol?
You can't sit up
You fell too fast You come at the right time You come too fast You bloom in spring You move the sky You've come in singing You call me a liar You were like a cloud Yes you are a flower Then you were a lime Now our love is sour You were like a flower You were just like a flower Then you were a lime Now our love is sour Don't give up (I owe you?) No don't give up Oh don't give up Don't give up (I owe you?) You were like a cloud Yes you were a flower Then you were a lime Now our love is sour You were like a cloud You were just like a flower Then you were a lime Now our love is sour Here I feel I wish I could just see it The love the hate the things that separate Forcing conscious to conscious every small attack It takes a small man to notice but not to act up Confrontation complication needs a foundation I'm calm baby, I'm calm You were like a cloud Yes you are a flower you move I love life is all we need Then you were a lime Now our love is so sour you move I love life is all we need So sour? So sour? Don't give up No don't give up Oh don't give up No don't give up Start again butterfly Start again butterfly Start again butterfly Start again, start again dear |
Who Wrote Song Seven By Interpol?
Alan Steven Leach, Paul Adrian Banks, Richard James Witter, Thomas Peter Gladwin
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What's The Duration Of The Song Seven By Interpol?The duration of Song Seven is 4:40 minutes and seconds. |
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