Phosphorescent - A Charm/A Blade Lyrics
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A Charm/A Blade
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What Are The Lyrics For A Charm/A Blade By Phosphorescent?
Give me ten long limbs, I'll hold
Lazy rolling things of gold Dress me down in a New York crowd Lay me down an bawl me out Tell me everything's been sold Tell me everything. I'll go Pressed apart those skins still hold This can't be what you want This can't be what you want There's a charm, there's a blade There's a lot in the way There's a child, there's a grave There's a lot in the way There's a colt, there's a cane There's a lot in the way There's a heart, there's a chain There's a lot in the way Cut my heart but do it fast We don't want that hurt to last Take that violence from your brow Shake it down and hold it out Tell me anything's my home Tell me anything. I'll go Pressed apart those skins still hold This can't be what you want It can't be what you want There's a charm, there's a blade There's a lot in the way There's a heart, there's a grave There's a lot in the way There's a colt, there's a cane There's a lot in the way There's a child, there's a chain There's a lot in the way There's a mark, there's a stain There's a lot in the way There's a phone, there's a flame There's a lot in the way There's a fawn, there's a fang There's a child in the rain There's a charm, there's a blade There's a lot in the way |
Who Wrote A Charm/A Blade By Phosphorescent?
Matthew Houck
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What's The Duration Of The A Charm/A Blade By Phosphorescent?The duration of A Charm/A Blade is 5:20 minutes and seconds. |
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