Kirsty Hawkshaw - Sci-Clone Lyrics
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Sci-Clone
Sci-Clone Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Sci-Clone By Kirsty Hawkshaw?
She's traveling
Past Darwin 125 miles an hour The weather man has warned us well There's been a lot of pressure building The clouds are dark and static From the silence you might never tell But we're in for a drama Sci-clone Tearing down the city Like a savage She's a sci-clone Dust for clothing Life for baggage Stay underground Safe and sound But if I feel like running Best you stay out of my way She will tear off the roof above your bed Drag you out of your head And if I feel like crying Best if you stay within your depth She will turn your boat over Let the storm die down instead Careless woman She's a careless woman She's traveling Past forever Sympathy will not tame her The weather man got blown away Couldn't take the pressure Sucked in by a fanatic All that science but to no avail Never can predict a Sci-clone Tearing down the highway Screaming thunder She's a sci-clone Breaking out the spell You put her under So if I feel So if I feel Sci-clone Sci-clone Sci-clone Sci-clone Cont You confronted me There was no way else to go You regressed me Now there's nothing left to know I'm ready now To face the force inside the shell I'm ready now To break out of this spell Ah! |
Who Wrote Sci-Clone By Kirsty Hawkshaw?
Mark Pritchard, Kirsty Hawkshaw
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What's The Duration Of The Sci-Clone By Kirsty Hawkshaw?The duration of Sci-Clone is 5:43 minutes and seconds. |
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