Little Dragon - Summertearz Lyrics
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Summertearz
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What Are The Lyrics For Summertearz By Little Dragon?
Open the door, there you're standing in a row
Dancing in a twisted blue form of light, turning over Making a sound, then your braiding it around Turning in a twisted blue form of light, moving your shoulders One, two, you move, your feet, your shoes Flying like a arrow in the room Be my angel, love Tell me everything I need from above Be my heroin, tell them please what we need to never be sin Be forever sun Never, never, ever stop everyone Be my shining light Lady, I believe you transform the night Open the door, there you're standing in a row Dancing in a twisted blue form of light, turning over Making a sound, then your braiding it around Turning in a twisted blue form of light, moving your shoulders One, two, you move, your feet, your shoes Flying like a arrow in the room Be my angel, love Tell me everything I need from above Be my heroin, tell them please what we need to never be sin Be forever sun Never, never, ever stop everyone Be my shining light Lady, I believe you transform the night You open my mind, got me floating out of time Dancing in a twisted blue form of light Drifting a sound, got me turning it around Moving in a twisted blue form of life, moving your shoulders One, two, you move, your feet, your shoes Flying like a arrow in the room |
Who Wrote Summertearz By Little Dragon?
Erik Oskar Bodin, Fredrik Daniel Wallin, Hakan Wirenstrand, Yukimi Eleanora Nagano
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What's The Duration Of The Summertearz By Little Dragon?The duration of Summertearz is 3:53 minutes and seconds. |
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