Living Colour - Go Away Lyrics
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Go Away
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What Are The Lyrics For Go Away By Living Colour?
What is the point of suffering?
What is the purpose of joy? Is it true that the winner dies With the most toys? A lifetime spent for a dollar A lifetime twisting in pain A lifetime gone in an hour A lifetime playing the game I see the starving Africans on TV I feel it has nothing to do with me I sent my twenty dollars to live aid I've aided my guilty conscience to go away Now go away Now go away Now go away Go away I don't want anybody to touch me I think everybody has aids What's the point in caring for you? You're gonna die anyway A lifetime searching for something A lifetime going insane A lifetime running from nothing A life looking for someone to blame I see the starving Africans on TV I feel it has nothing to do with me I sent my twenty dollars to live aid I've aided my guilty conscience to go away Now go away Now go away Now go away Go away I see the starving Africans on TV I feel it has nothing to do with me I sent my twenty dollars to live aid And paid my guilty conscience to go away I see the starving Africans on TV I feel it has nothing to do with me I sent my twenty dollars to live aid And paid my guilty conscience Now go away Now go away Now go away Now go away, go away, go away |
Who Wrote Go Away By Living Colour?
Gregory A. Hawkes, Ric Ocasek
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What's The Duration Of The Go Away By Living Colour?The duration of Go Away is 4:03 minutes and seconds. |
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