Rustic Overtones - Hit Man Lyrics
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Hit Man
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What Are The Lyrics For Hit Man By Rustic Overtones?
He whispers in the phone, all lips and teeth and tongue
Sounds like his first kiss mixed with his first cigarette burn Sometimes when its not raining, I'll burn down the diner Sometimes I'll play the jukebox or watch it burn down to the vinyl It's what somebody wants; these are not my thoughts These are not my hands when they're in gloves It's what somebody wants; these are not my thoughts These are not my hands when they're in gloves It's what somebody wants; It's what somebody wants I feel no remorse Something's will run their course But sometimes you go to make the way just to let the nature work You can keep on crawling I can keep on walking It's what somebody wants; these are not my thoughts These are not my hands when they're in gloves It's what somebody wants; these are not my thoughts These are not my hands when they're in gloves It's what somebody wants; It's what somebody wants It's what they want It's what they want It's what somebody wants; these are not my thoughts These are not my hands when they're in gloves It's what somebody wants; these are not my thoughts These are not my hands when they're in gloves It's what somebody wants; It's what somebody wants |
Who Wrote Hit Man By Rustic Overtones?
Harrington Carey Bell
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What's The Duration Of The Hit Man By Rustic Overtones?The duration of Hit Man is 3:58 minutes and seconds. |
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