Michael Monroe - Smokescreen Lyrics
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Smokescreen
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What Are The Lyrics For Smokescreen By Michael Monroe?
Look around get a real scare
I see a mess beyond repair The word is fine if you don't mind A touch of hell from time to time Or a few darkened minds higher up Keeping their crimes covered up But if you don't care To see what's there You ain't got a prayer In their Smoke screen Hiding the enemy's scheme Smoke screen Clouding our hopes and our dreams So many good all used up now They don't count 'cause they left me out They say I'm wrong to walk alone They just don't dare to stand on their own Oh I know, it always hurts when it's real Putting a stick in the wheel But I don't mind If I'm one of a kind I know what I'll find In their Smoke screen Hiding the enemy's scheme Smoke screen Clouding our hopes and our dreams Smoke screen The truth ain't as bad as it seems But the last scene is sure to be making you scream We gotta fight to survive If we surrender we die So don't try Living a lie Just come out alive From the Smoke screen Hiding the enemy's scheme Smoke screen Clouding our hopes and our dreams Smoke screen The truth ain't as bad as it seems But the last scene Is sure to be making you scream |
Who Wrote Smokescreen By Michael Monroe?
Jan Markus Stenfors, Little Steven, Matti Antero Kristian Fagerholm
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What's The Duration Of The Smokescreen By Michael Monroe?The duration of Smokescreen is 4:03 minutes and seconds. |
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