Of Monsters and Men - Six Weeks Lyrics
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Six Weeks
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What Are The Lyrics For Six Weeks By Of Monsters and Men?
Slow, slow me down,
Her blood, on my bones. Let go, lay to rest. We fall, we fall, we fall, We fall to the ground. Sleep, sleep all night, While the young, they wait alone. So get up, shake the rust. We crawl, we crawl, we crawl, We crawl on the ground. Alone, I fight these animals. Alone, until I get home. A wolf, wolf and I, We share the same cold meal. I float on, float on down. We ride, we ride, we ride We ride it all out. We ride, we ride, we ride We ride it all We ride, we ride, we ride We ride it all We ride, we ride, we ride We ride it all out. Alone, I fight these animals. Alone, until I get home. Alone, I fight these animals. Alone, until I get home. Alone, I fight these animals. Alone, until I get home. Alone, I fight these animals. Alone, until I get home. Coming back, I'm coming back. Coming back, I'm coming back. She follows me into the woods, Takes me home. She follows me into the woods, Takes me home. Coming back, I'm coming back. Coming back, I'm coming back. She follows me into the woods, Takes me home. Coming back, I'm coming back. Coming back, I'm coming back. She follows me into the woods, Takes me home. |
Who Wrote Six Weeks By Of Monsters and Men?
Arnar Rosenkranz Hilmarsson, Nanna Bryndis Hilmarsdottir, Ragnar Thorhallsson
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What's The Duration Of The Six Weeks By Of Monsters and Men?The duration of Six Weeks is 5:34 minutes and seconds. |
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