Oh Land - Earth Sick Lyrics
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Earth Sick
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What Are The Lyrics For Earth Sick By Oh Land?
Who do you root for?
Deep in the touch, you're Waking up my senses All this time I didn't know how Pulling your hair out Wipe all the fears off Hiding all my skin You washed out every scent of me Earth sick, Earth sick, Without you Blow out for me Empty lungs, You can't sleep And I drive in too deep High from hopes and sensibility Am I missing out? Many ways to not give in My love, in every word Oh, so weak Tight ropes and chains Held in place, No one moves A soft spot to the touch Never found the ways to leave go? Am I missing out? Many ways to not give in My love, in every word Oh, so weak Who do you root for? Deep in the touch, you're Waking up my senses All this time I didn't know how Pulling your hair out Wipe all the fears off Hiding all my skin You washed out every scent of me Earth sick, Earth sick, Without you Tight ropes and chains Held in place, No one moves A soft spot to the touch Never found the ways to leave you Am I missing out? Many ways to not give in My love, in every word Oh, so weak Who do you root for? Deep in the touch, you're Waking up my senses All this time I didn't know how Pulling your hair out Wipe all the fears off Hiding all my skin You washed out every scent of me Earth sick, Earth sick, Without you Earth sick, Earth sick, Without you |
Who Wrote Earth Sick By Oh Land?
Tore Nissen, Nanna Oland Fabricius
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What's The Duration Of The Earth Sick By Oh Land?The duration of Earth Sick is 4:43 minutes and seconds. |
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