Lena - Don't Panic Lyrics
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Don't Panic
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What Are The Lyrics For Don't Panic By Lena?
Lights and people are screaming in my ear
Voices tell me to get out of here. I don’t wanna talk if I don’t wanna talk, I don’t wanna talk about it. How do you know what I need If I don’t know what I need, Don’t know what you need, now. If we get off the map is gonna happen, If the plane goes down, it doesn’t matter, Oh, oh, oh, we’ll never let it show, So don’t panic, love. Try the doors, I’ll find my own secret escape. Sirens tell me to get the f*ck away. I don’t wanna hear if I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna hear about it. How do you know what I fear If I don’t know what I fear, And I’m not afraid about it. If we get off the map is gonna happen, If the plane goes down, it doesn’t matter, Oh, oh, oh, we’ll never let it show, So don’t panic, If the car comes off the road, it doesn’t matter, If the world explodes, is gonna happen, Oh, oh, oh, we’ll never let it show, So don’t panic. If we get off the map is gonna happen, If the plane goes down, it doesn’t matter, Oh, oh, oh, we’ll never let it show, So don’t panic, If the car comes off the road, it doesn’t matter, If the world explodes, is gonna happen, Oh, oh, oh, we’ll never let it show, So don’t panic, love. |
Who Wrote Don't Panic By Lena?
James Oliver Richard Flannigan, John Mcdaid, Lena Johanna Therese Meyer-landrut
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What's The Duration Of The Don't Panic By Lena?The duration of Don't Panic is 2:27 minutes and seconds. |
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