Manic Street Preachers - Wrote for Luck Lyrics
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Wrote for Luck
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What Are The Lyrics For Wrote for Luck By Manic Street Preachers?
I wrote for luck
They sent me you I sent for juice They sent me poison I hold the line You form a queue Try anything hard There's nothing else you can do Oh you can try but you can't chain me I can slip and stand and bend and roll over I don't read I just dance There's more than one sign And it's getting less When you're wet You're getting drier You used to speak the truth But now you're liar You used to speak the truth But now you're clever Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh I wrote for luck They sent me you I sent for juice They sent me poison I hold the line You form a queue Try anything hard There's nothing else you can do And when you're wet You're getting drier You used to speak the truth But now you're liar You used to speak the truth But now you're clever And when it's hot You start to melt 'Cause you're not made of cheese You're made of chocolate And when it's cold You tend to cry You keep on piling on And not put it by Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh |
Who Wrote Wrote for Luck By Manic Street Preachers?
Gary Kenneth Whelan, Mark Philip Day, Paul Anthony Ryder, Paul Mark Oakenfold, Paul Richard Davis, Shaun Ryder, Shaun William Ryder, Stephen John Osborne
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What's The Duration Of The Wrote for Luck By Manic Street Preachers?The duration of Wrote for Luck is 2:43 minutes and seconds. |
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