Murder Monroe - Devil's Pride Lyrics
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Devil's Pride
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What Are The Lyrics For Devil's Pride By Murder Monroe?
Cursed with the devil's pride
Makes it hard for me to see All the things that never was All the things that should never be Star-gazing in your eyes A universe you would show me Tattooed skin dipped in sin Breathless Borderline ghostly What is real What is sacred Trust in love and you won't get far This ashy heart looks the same as the moon With all its scars What is real What is sacred Trust in love and you won't get far This ashy heart looks the same as the moon With all its scars Cursed with the devil's pride I brushed off every throne stone Told myself every single lie To hide my fear of being alone Careless hands hold you down We all know how it will end In your arms then your heart It's all harmless when it begins What is real What is sacred Trust in love and you won't get far This ashy heart looks the same as the moon With all its scars What is real What is sacred Trust in love and you won't get far This ashy heart looks the same as the moon With all its scars Cursed with the devil's pride Makes it hard for me to see All the things that never was All the things that should never be What is real What is sacred Trust in love and you won't get far This ashy heart looks the same as the moon With all its scars What is real What is sacred Trust in love and you won't get far This ashy heart looks the same as the moon With all its scars |
Who Wrote Devil's Pride By Murder Monroe?
Robin Murray, Taylor Jones, Marilyn Benefield, Edward Garcia, Seth Benefield
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