Moss - Slip Lyrics
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Slip
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What Are The Lyrics For Slip By Moss?
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa I won't keep watching you Dance around in your smoke And flicker out You're not the light I used to know I don't believe in safety nets Strung below that make it alright To let go You gotta hold on Or it's gonna Slip, slip, slip through your Slip, slip, slip through your hands Whoa, whoa, whoa Or it's gonna Slip, slip, slip through your Slip, slip, slip through your hands Whoa, whoa, whoa Or it's gonna Slip, slip, slip through your Slip, slip, slip through your hands Whoa, whoa, whoa What's the matter? You don't have enough rain To make up your storm? Oooh whatcha look so sad for? Where's the light I used to know? Oh it's gonna Slip, slip, slip through your Slip, slip, slip through your hands Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh it's gonna Slip, slip, slip through your Slip, slip, slip through your hands Whoa, whoa, whoa Where's that light I used to know? Where's that light I used to know? Where's that light I used to know? Where's the light I used to know? Slip, slip, slip through your hands Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh it's gonna Slip, slip, slip through your Slip, slip, slip through your hands Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh it's gonna Slip, slip, slip through your Slip, slip, slip through your hands Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh it's gonna Slip, slip, slip through your Slip, slip, slip through your hands Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
Who Wrote Slip By Moss?
Elliot Denenberg
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What's The Duration Of The Slip By Moss?The duration of Slip is 4:59 minutes and seconds. |
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