James Blake - The Wilhelm Scream Lyrics
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The Wilhelm Scream
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What Are The Lyrics For The Wilhelm Scream By James Blake?
I don't know about my dreams
I don't know about my dreamin' anymore. All that I know is I'm falling, falling, falling, falling. Might as well fall in. I don't know about my love. I don't know about my loving anymore. All that I know is I'm falling, falling, falling, falling. Might as well fall in. I don't know about my dreams. I don't know about my dreaming anymore. All that I know is I'm falling, falling, falling, falling. Falling. I don't know about my love. I don't know about my loving anymore. All that I know is I'm loving, falling, loving, loving. Might as well love you. I don't know about my love. I don't know about my loving anymore. All that I know is I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, Might as well turn in. I don't know about my dreams. I don't know about my dreaming anymore. All that I know is I'm falling, falling, falling, falling. Might as well fall in. I don't know about my love. I don't know about my loving anymore. All that I know is I'm falling, falling, falling, falling. Might as well fall in. I don't know about my dreams. I don't know about my dreaming anymore. All that I know is I'm falling, falling, falling, falling. Falling. I don't know about my love. I don't know about my loving anymore. All that I know is I'm loving, loving, loving, loving. Might as well love you. I don't know about my dreams. I don't know about my dreaming anymore. All that I know is I'm falling, falling, falling, falling. Might as well fall in. |
Who Wrote The Wilhelm Scream By James Blake?
James Blake Litherland
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