Puddle of Mudd - Bleed Lyrics
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Bleed
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What Are The Lyrics For Bleed By Puddle of Mudd?
You could fly me to the moon
Bury me underneath the sun I don't think that you're the only one That hides behind the gun Why don't you just sit on the couch Don't even try to move your mouth I think I'm getting tired of everything Everything you say You never wanna bleed for me You never wanna bleed for me Bleed for me Look at your legs, they're all torn up Thought they were closing shop last night Did you pick a fight with someone who didn't Know they're wrong or right I go to sleep when I'm awake I stay awake and grind my teeth I go to bed and walk around I walk around inside my head You never wanna bleed for me You never wanna bleed for me You never wanna bleed for me You never wanna bleed There's something missing, I know it's missing again And I know you're tired, 'cause I'm so wired all day There's someone missing, I keep on struggling Everyone's kicking me back and forth And I think I'm getting tired of everything Bleed for me, bleed for me You could fly me to the moon Bury me underneath the sun I don't think that you're the only one That hides behind the gun You never wanna bleed for me You never wanna bleed for me You never wanna bleed for me You never wanna bleed for me Bleed for me, bleed for you, for you Bleed for me, yeah, you know I bleed for you |
Who Wrote Bleed By Puddle of Mudd?
Wesley Scantlin, Wesley Reid Scantlin
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What's The Duration Of The Bleed By Puddle of Mudd?The duration of Bleed is 3:35 minutes and seconds. |
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