Justine Suissa - Cold Feet Lyrics
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Cold Feet
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What Are The Lyrics For Cold Feet By Justine Suissa?
You came with your troubled eyes
Oh, and the push and pull of love's desires You came with your easy smile Oh, and your pretty words like coloured birds fly away I don't wanna burn for you I don't wanna yearn for you I would love to get crazy in your body heat But I don't wanna get trampled by your cold feet When you leave you leave no clues So I reinvent the things you meant All of this undeclared charade Keeps me so unsure, always wanting more every day I don't wanna burn for you I don't wanna yearn for you I would love to get crazy in your body heat (Know that I would lose myself) But I don't wanna get trampled by your cold feet You stay to say the things you say A long embrace, you walk away And now my eyes are full of light As I pretend that it's okay I don't wanna burn for you I don't wanna yearn for you I would love to get crazy in your body heat (Know that I would lose myself) But I don't wanna get trampled by your cold feet I don't wanna burn for you (I don't want to burn for you) I don't wanna yearn for you I would love to get crazy in your body heat (Know that I would lose myself) But I don't wanna get trampled by your cold feet I would love to get crazy in your body heat (Know that I would lose myself) But I don't wanna get trampled by your cold feet (Know that I would lose myself) |
Who Wrote Cold Feet By Justine Suissa?
Justine Suissa, Paavo Siljamaki, Andrew Bayer, Jono Grant, Tony Mcguinness
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What's The Duration Of The Cold Feet By Justine Suissa?The duration of Cold Feet is 5:35 minutes and seconds. |
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