Kopps - Tongues Lyrics
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Tongues
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What Are The Lyrics For Tongues By Kopps?
Pick me up, dust me off
Give me breath, and let me cough Drag me back, collect my thoughts I've come back to the land I'd lost The palms are down, I'm welcomed back to town Sometimes I feel like they don't understand me I hear their mouths making foreign sounds Sometimes I think they're all just speaking tongues Tell me all the things I've missed Who's been killed and who's been kissed (Drag me back, collect my thoughts) I'll be gone when the drugs wear off The palms are down, I'm welcomed into town Sometimes I feel like they don't understand me I hear their mouths making foreign sounds Sometimes you'd think they spoke another language The palms are down, I'm welcomed into town Sometimes I feel like they don't understand me I hear their mouths making foreign sounds Sometimes I think they're all just speaking tongues They say I'm the only one, who can be brave That I am the chosen one But there's no way, that I am the only one And there's no one to save If there's nowhere for them to run The palms are down, I'm welcomed into town Sometimes I feel like they don't understand me I hear their mouths making foreign sounds Sometimes you'd think they spoke another language The palms are down, I'm welcomed into town Sometimes I feel like they don't understand me I hear their mouths making foreign sounds Sometimes I think They're all just speaking tongues They're all just speaking tongues They're all just speaking tongues They're all just speaking tongues They're all just speaking tongues |
Who Wrote Tongues By Kopps?
Andre Anjos, Sean Donnelly, Dan Armbruster
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What's The Duration Of The Tongues By Kopps?The duration of Tongues is 3:52 minutes and seconds. |
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