Manic Street Preachers - Interiors (Song for Willem de Kooning) Lyrics
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Interiors (Song for Willem de Kooning)
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What Are The Lyrics For Interiors (Song for Willem de Kooning) By Manic Street Preachers?
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
Your beautiful triangle of distortion Now you seem to forget it so much Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow Say where you are coming from Say what you have left us Are we too tired to try and understand That nothing is nothing on that we depend Take my hand together and we will cry It really makes no difference To what you see inside to what you see inside Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did A beautiful landscape of your nation Another era is not forthcoming Who sees the interiors Like young Willem once did Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow Say where you are coming from say what you have Are we too tired to try and understand That nothing is nothing on that we depend Take my hand together and we will cry It really makes no difference to what you see inside To what you see inside |
Who Wrote Interiors (Song for Willem de Kooning) By Manic Street Preachers?
Bradfield, Jones, Moore
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What's The Duration Of The Interiors (Song for Willem de Kooning) By Manic Street Preachers?The duration of Interiors (Song for Willem de Kooning) is 4:18 minutes and seconds. |
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