Meg & Dia - Indiana Lyrics
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Indiana
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What Are The Lyrics For Indiana By Meg & Dia?
I can do whatever I want like you
I can do whatever I want like you I can do whatever I want like you Like You She began to die Indiana that's not right Indiana that's not right She began to fight Indiana make it mine Indiana make it mine So pale and white So inclined to do what 's right Colonel sir, I feel lonely tonight She's strong but an obedient wife I can do whatever I want like you I can do whatever I want like you I can do whatever I want like you Like You She began to die Indiana that's not right Indiana that's not right She began to fight Indiana make it mine Indiana make it mine Such honest eyes No time to run and ride Colonel sir I feel lonely tonight She's strong but her mind is losing light I can do whatever I want like you I can do whatever I want like you I can do whatever I want like you Like You She began to die Indiana that's not right Indiana that's not right She began to fight Indiana make it mine Indiana make it mine I know, I know She's alone I know, I know She's alone Alone She began to die (I can do whatever I want like you) That's not right you know (I can do whatever I want oh no) Indiana that's not right (I can do whatever I want like you) She began to fight (I can do whatever I want like you) Indiana make it mine Indiana make it mine |
Who Wrote Indiana By Meg & Dia?
Dia Frampton, Meg Frampton
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What's The Duration Of The Indiana By Meg & Dia?The duration of Indiana is 3:04 minutes and seconds. |
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