James Blake - You're Too Precious Lyrics
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You're Too Precious
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What Are The Lyrics For You're Too Precious By James Blake?
So, so now, now, so now, so now
So, so now, now, so now, so now You're too, you're too precious, precious You're too, you're too precious So, so now, now, so now, so now So, so now, now, so now, so now It looks, it looks like, like, like it looks, it looks like, like, like You're too, you're too precious You're too, you're too precious I don't think they deserve you I don't think anyone could I'd take the calls you don't want to I'd take the hair in your food Now, now, so now, so now So, so now, now, now You're too, you're too precious, precious So now, so now So, so now, now, so now, so now You're too, you're too precious, precious So now, so now So, so now, now, so now, so now It looks, it looks like, like, like It looks, it looks like, like, like Now, now, so now, so now So, so now, now You're too, you're too precious, precious So now, so now So, so now, now, so now, so now I'll be a bubble I'll make myself useful I'll be a bubble I'll make myself useful Dive into diamonds Scratched and you're smiling No thought to sirens Scratched and you're smiling So now, so now so now, so now It looks like, it looks like You're too, you're too precious, precious |
Who Wrote You're Too Precious By James Blake?
James Blake Litherland
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What's The Duration Of The You're Too Precious By James Blake?The duration of You're Too Precious is 3:43 minutes and seconds. |
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