Live - Transmit Your Love Lyrics
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Transmit Your Love
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What Are The Lyrics For Transmit Your Love By Live?
Bowm, bowm
Everybody in the hotel Bowm, bowm Everybody in the motel Don't knock if the door to my suite is closed You should've come to the show But you didn't, now you wishing that you had Had to go to Jimmy Buffet with your Dad With life it's Game 7 every single night You have to put it on the line To step inside Transmit your love to me And silently make me whole again Transmit your love to me Bowm, bowm Put your ear to the door and Bowm, bowm Put your face to the floor and Through the cracks, See the people kicking it inside And leavin' it all behind In the name of love, we raise the roof In the name of love, do what we came to do In a town tonight where the streets have no names And everybody feels the same The outside world is a Goddamned shame Transmit your love to me And silently make me whole again Transmit your love to me (Come on) Tell your leaders love is in town To turn this whole thing upside down We can't take it anymore (can't take it anymore) Come on! Tell your leaders love is in town To turn this whole thing upside down We can't take it anymore Transmit your love to me And silently make me whole again Transmit your love to me |
Who Wrote Transmit Your Love By Live?
Chad Alan Gracey, Chad David Taylor, Edward Joel Kowalczyk, Patrick Dahlheimer
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What's The Duration Of The Transmit Your Love By Live?The duration of Transmit Your Love is 4:36 minutes and seconds. |
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