Norma Jean - Synthetic Sun Lyrics
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Synthetic Sun
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What Are The Lyrics For Synthetic Sun By Norma Jean?
Are you feeling alive?
Are you feeling alive? Are you feeling alive? Are you feeling alive? Pace, pace yourself before you run straight into yourself. Pace, pace yourself before you run straight into. You sleep in fragmented glass With reflections of you, But are you feeling alive? Yeah let me ask you, Are you feeling alive? I hope the dead brings the dead And they march across our beds. I've done it before I hope the dead brings the dead And they march across our beds. I've done it before I've done it before I rode the horse of death, of death. Ride the horse of death! So ride the horse of death! Ride the horse of death! Ride the horse of death! Ride the horse of death! Ride the horse of death! Ride the horse of death! I hope the dead brings the dead And they march across our beds. I've done it before I hope the dead brings the dead And they march across our beds. I've done it before I've done it before But let me ask you, Are you feeling alive? Are you feeling alive? If the light doesn't come outside. If the light doesn't come outside. If the light doesn't come outside. If the light doesn't come outside. |
Who Wrote Synthetic Sun By Norma Jean?
Cory Brandan Putman, Jeff Hickey, Clayton Holyoak, John Finnegan, Phillip Farris
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What's The Duration Of The Synthetic Sun By Norma Jean?The duration of Synthetic Sun is 3:50 minutes and seconds. |
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