Past Five - Kryptonite Lyrics
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Kryptonite
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What Are The Lyrics For Kryptonite By Past Five?
Small town, let down, see it fall before your eyes
Static, no sound, no wonder no-one heard you cry I've got some love in my back pocket, soul for sale Tainted dreams and dollar bills, it's the smoke and not the fire that kills It's getting late and I might start a fight, there's danger in your eyes Forever dreaming in these city nights (City nights) Stuck in a war between what's wrong and right, you're the Bonnie to my Clyde You're my weakness, you're my Kryptonite (You're my Kryptonite!) Bright eyes, fake smiles, I guess that I will never learn Midnight, hold tight, to those dreams or watch them crash and burn I've been searching for a meaning in this life I call my own, but now I've realized that I'm far too gone It's getting late and I might start a fight, there's danger in your eyes Forever dreaming in these city nights (City nights) Stuck in a war between what's wrong and right, you're the Bonnie to my Clyde You're my weakness, you're my Kryptonite (You're my Kryptonite!) It's getting late and I might start a fight, there's danger in your eyes Forever dreaming in these city nights (City nights) Stuck in a war between what's wrong and right, you're the Bonnie to my Clyde You're my weakness, you're my Kryptonite (You're my Kryptonite!) |
Who Wrote Kryptonite By Past Five?
Simon Hellgren, Jonathan Sven Valter Yderhag, Jonathan Bror Wallin, Jerri Juhani Lassinniemi, Alexander Johan Orlov
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What's The Duration Of The Kryptonite By Past Five?The duration of Kryptonite is 4:13 minutes and seconds. |
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