Santigold - Before the Fire Lyrics
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Before the Fire
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What Are The Lyrics For Before the Fire By Santigold?
I want it sometimes
I want it sometimes I want it sometimes Sometimes, sometimes I want it sometimes Sometimes, sometimes I never wanted much I never complained Only want a little love sometimes I just need a little touch A little color on a greyscale Or I forget to inhale sometimes Now I don't even know if you want to stay Saw you when it all burned down That look was on your face Now you want to save this house Well it's far too late Oh, you want to be my healer Now that I'm up in flames? But I was burned before the fire But I was burned before the fire I want it sometimes I want it sometimes I want it sometimes Sometimes, sometimes I want it sometimes Sometimes, sometimes I want it sometimes I want it sometimes I don't have another heart Don't remember how to say I don't want you to let me down sometimes I already know this part Leave it for another day Wish it wasn't this hard sometimes Now I don't even know if you want to stay Saw you when it all burned down That look was on your face Now you want to save this house Well it's far too late Oh, you want to be my healer Now that I'm up in flames? But I was burned before the fire But I was burned before the fire But I was burned before the fire But I was burned before the fire Before the fire Before the fire Before the fire Before the fire |
Who Wrote Before the Fire By Santigold?
Samuel Joseph Dew, Santi White, David Andrew Sitek
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What's The Duration Of The Before the Fire By Santigold?The duration of Before the Fire is 3:03 minutes and seconds. |
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