Live - Vine Street Lyrics
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Vine Street
Vine Street Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Vine Street By Live?
Take a left on vine street
Follow us round Under the bridge To the little Taj Mahal Don't be late, don't hesitate This is our time, this is our day You blew my mind out so many times Cain You're alive with love Pick a little flower from the wayside Offer it up on your knees Prepare to give it all Raise up a glass of bloody wine to your face In the name of all within we cannot touch it or taste I'm so sick of the words that you cannot define me All the laws of love say that you must find me Cain You're alive with love You blow my mind, yes you do I parked the car (i parked the car) We were there (we were there) I followed you in We ascended the stairs Like the morning when you spent your night in a terrible dream You crashed through my mind, woke me up Like a scream, a scream, a scream! I'm so sick of the words that you cannot define me, oh no All the laws of love say that you must find, find me, yeah! You blew my mind up, yeah! You blew it up, blew it up, blew it up! You're alive with love Cain You blow my mind Yes you do Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah Take a left on vine street Follow us round Under the bridge To the little Taj Mahal |
Who Wrote Vine Street By Live?
Chad Alan Gracey, Chad David Taylor, Edward Joel Kowalczyk, Patrick Dahlheimer
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What's The Duration Of The Vine Street By Live?The duration of Vine Street is 3:19 minutes and seconds. |
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