Lapsley - Cliff Lyrics
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Cliff
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What Are The Lyrics For Cliff By Lapsley?
Everything
Take me to the cliffs, there is a boy, heart is for sale, and he is shaking I walk close to the edge with this boy without a name, I try to save him Take me to the cliffs, there is a boy, heart is for sale, and he is shaking I walk close to the edge with this boy without a name, I try to save him I walk close to the edge with this boy without a name, I try to save him I walk close to the edge with this boy without a name, I try to save him Takes me to the water, it's so clear now that he wants her, I walk away The air is getting colder, I feel shadows leave my shoulder, he has nothing to say Sickness that's among us, moving back into a lawless state of mind Sinking into sand, he's reaching out for someone's hand, you know I tried Separate, separate, separate, separate, separate Everything is Separate, separate, separate, separate Take me to the cliffs, there is a boy, heart is for sale, and he is shaking I walk close to the edge with this boy without a name, I try to save him Take me to the cliffs, there is a boy, heart is for sale, and he is shaking I walk close to the edge with this boy without a name, I try to save him I walk close to the edge with this boy without a name, I try to save him I walk close to the edge with this boy without a name, I try to save him Takes me to the water, it's so clear now that he wants it so I walk away The air is getting colder, I feel shadows leave my shoulder, he has nothing to say Everything is raised up to be [?] Everything is... Take me Take me |
Who Wrote Cliff By Lapsley?
Holly Lapsley Fletcher, Roderick William Mcdonald
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