Keith Caputo - New York City Lyrics
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New York City
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What Are The Lyrics For New York City By Keith Caputo?
Deserve to be I see you in me
Hollow waters with Catfish wings Germs spread straight from sorrow A space in a hole You're selling your soul Illusions you hold, I tell you no joke Germs spread straight from sorrow I'm chewing hate and spitting faith You're oceans are drained and the fish can't mate It's easy come, it's easy go, shouting a whisper Sex in the head So get back to New York City My heavenly home Crime can be so pretty So get back to New York City Would you bleed for me 'Cause I'll bleed for you Princess charming, where's your king? Germs spread straight from sorrow A space in a hole You're selling your soul Illusions you hold, I tell you no joke Germs spread straight from sorrow I'm chewing hate and spitting faith You're oceans are drained and the fish can't mate It's easy come, it's easy go, shouting a whisper Sex in the head So get back to New York City My heavenly home Crime can be so pretty So get back to New York City I'm chewing hate and spitting faith You're oceans are drained and the fish can't mate It's easy come, it's easy go, shouting a whisper So get back to New York City My heavenly home Crime can be so pretty So get back to New York City It's easy come, it's easy go, shouting a whisper |
Who Wrote New York City By Keith Caputo?
Keith Caputo
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What's The Duration Of The New York City By Keith Caputo?The duration of New York City is 4:35 minutes and seconds. |
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