Nakhane - By the Gullet Lyrics
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By the Gullet
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What Are The Lyrics For By the Gullet By Nakhane?
Seized me by the gullet again
Naked, a body that boasted youth I immersed myself in it And I bit into the dated fruit I immersed myself in it And I bit into the dated fruit I stayed in there until my fingers pruned It was then I knew that I was not ruined I immersed myself in it (Will never happen again) I immersed myself in it (Will never happen again) And I could be found dancing again In the back of a room of the Holiday Inn With a glass and a grin The light flooding in Who knows me here? All I know is that I’m living again So I went walking I’d never seen so much beauty in the face Of a man so cunning I immersed myself in it Said I’ve been drowning I immersed myself in him Thought I was better I thought myself loose-limbed and lithe I was longing again And I could be found dancing again In the back of a room of the Holiday Inn With a glass and a grin The light flooding in Who knows me here? All I know is that I’m living again And on the ground behind me I left a trail of water Loath to look back Busying my mind with the strength I Wished to gather Wished to gather (A benevolent will had summoned me) Wished to gather (A benevolent will had summoned me) (A benevolent will had summoned me) (A benevolent will had summoned me) (A benevolent will had summoned me) (A benevolent will had summoned me) (A benevolent will had summoned me) |
Who Wrote By the Gullet By Nakhane?
Nakhane Mahlakahlaka
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What's The Duration Of The By the Gullet By Nakhane?The duration of By the Gullet is 4:35 minutes and seconds. |
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