Kasabian - Days Are Forgotten Lyrics
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Days Are Forgotten
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What Are The Lyrics For Days Are Forgotten By Kasabian?
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey son I'm looking forward You're leaning backwards Of this I'm sure Have you had enough? Are you feeling rough? Does your skull hurt? Well if it's warm 'Cause I am taking back what's mine I am taking back the time You may call it suicide But I'm being born again I'm waiting Ah I'm waiting (ah ah ah ah ah) Right here now, I'm waiting For someone Or something To take me To take me over Days, days are forgotten Now it's all over Simply forgotten How to disappear Home bred I've got blood lust Feeding you bread crust I leave no scar You say I'm old hat A fucking dirty rat Call me a cliche How right you are 'Cause I am flipping bag of bones I am righting all your wrongs You may call it suicide But I'm being born again I'm waiting Ah I'm waiting (ah ah ah ah ah) Right here now, I'm waiting For someone Or something To take me To take me over Days, days are forgotten Now it's all over Simply forgotten How to disappear Days, days are forgotten Now it's all over Simply forgotten How to disappear I saw something I get on the dark It's the You was at home Chewing a monkey brain I am out here I'm just a silhouette You will never Ever ever forget Days, days are forgotten Now it's all over Simply forgotten How to disappear Days, days are forgotten Now it's all over Simply forgotten How to disappear I saw something I get on the dark It's the You was at home Chewing a monkey brain |
Who Wrote Days Are Forgotten By Kasabian?
Sergio Pizzorno
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