Matchbox Twenty - Cold Lyrics
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Cold
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What Are The Lyrics For Cold By Matchbox Twenty?
I will do without
The spaces in between If you can tell me now What it means to be You have been found out I have been deceived By the one that I need Tell me why you gotta be so cold How'd you get so high Why you're keeping me low You dont know, you don't know Tell me how we're gonna make it last You're ready to fly I'm ready to crash Don't go, don't go, no You will go without A better part of me There will be no doubt What this all could mean You will be found out I can not believe In the one that I need Tell me why you gotta be so cold How'd you get so high Why you're keeping me low You don't know, you don't know, don't know And tell me how we're gonna make it last You're ready to fly I'm ready to crash Don't go, don't go away Tell me why you gotta be so cold How'd you get so high Why you're keeping me low You don't know, you don't know, you don't know And tell me how we're gonna make it last You're ready to fly I'm ready to crash Don't go Yeah, don't go Tell me why you gotta be so cold Tell me anything about you I don't know I don't know by now Know by now Tell me how we're gonna make it last You're ready to fly I'm ready to crash Don't go Yeah, don't go |
Who Wrote Cold By Matchbox Twenty?
Matt Serletic, Matt Michael Ii Serletic, Rob Thomas
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What's The Duration Of The Cold By Matchbox Twenty?The duration of Cold is 3:15 minutes and seconds. |
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