Manic Street Preachers - Die in the Summertime [Digitally Remastered] Lyrics

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Die in the Summertime [Digitally Remastered]
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Die in the Summertime [Digitally Remastered] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Die in the Summertime [Digitally Remastered] By Manic Street Preachers?
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without ruining lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I want to die, die in the summertime, I want to die The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I want to die, die in the summertime, I want to die I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I want to die, die in the summertime, I want to die |
Who Wrote Die in the Summertime [Digitally Remastered] By Manic Street Preachers?
Bradfield, Edwards, Jones, Moore
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What's The Duration Of The Die in the Summertime [Digitally Remastered] By Manic Street Preachers?The duration of Die in the Summertime [Digitally Remastered] is 3:05 minutes and seconds. |
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