Pearl Jam - Arms Aloft Lyrics
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Arms Aloft
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What Are The Lyrics For Arms Aloft By Pearl Jam?
Sometimes there's no star shining
Scouting the edge of the universe Sometimes you can't see the horizon Ah, between the ocean and the earth And just when you're thinking about slinkin' down I'm gonna pull you up I'm gonna pull ya round May I remind you of that scene The spirit is our gasoline May I remind you of that scene We were arms aloft in Aberdeen May I remind you of that scene Let a million mirror balls beam May I remind you of that scene And you say living ain't nothing but hassles In a manila envelope rain And driving coal all night to Newcastle It's getting to be a repetitive strain And just when you're thinking about Going down the drain May I remind you of that scene The spirit is our gasoline May I remind you of that scene We were arms aloft in Aberdeen May I remind you of that scene Let a million mirror balls beam May I remind you of that scene I'm gonna pull you up I'm gonna pull ya round May I remind you of that scene The spirit is our gasoline May I remind you of that scene We were arms aloft in Aberdeen May I remind you of that scene Let a million mirror balls beam May I remind you of that scene We were arms aloft in Aberdeen They say the stars, they can't see their rays Nor can they count their numbered days No flower can say what perfume is We got all that and burnin' dead May I remind you of that scene We were arms aloft in Aberdeen May I remind you of that scene |
Who Wrote Arms Aloft By Pearl Jam?
Joe Strummer, Martin Slattery, Scott Shields, Simon Stafford, Martin Paul Slattery
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