Sarah McLachlan - Black Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Black By Sarah McLachlan?
As the walls are closing in
And the colors fade to black And my eyes are falling fast and deep into me And I follow the tracks that lead me down And I'll never follow what's right And I wonder sometimes When they see all the sadness and pain The truth brings to light 'Cause I can't see no reason, what is blind cannot see 'Cause I want what is pleasin', all I take should be free What I rob from the innocent ones What I'd steal from the womb If I cried me a river of all my confessions Would I drown in my shallow regret? As the walls are closing in and the colors fade to black As my eyes are falling fast and deep into the sea And in darkness all that I can see The frightened and the weak Are forced to cling to mistakes they know nothing of At mercy are the meek 'Cause I can't see no reason, what is blind cannot see 'Cause I want what is pleasin', all I take should be free What I rob from the innocent ones What I'd steal from the womb If I cried me a river of all my confessions Would I drown in my shallow regret? If I cried me a river of all my confessions Would I drown in my shallow regret? If I cried me a river of all my confessions Would I drown in my shallow regret? If I cried me a river of all my confessions Would I drown in my shallow regret? |
Who Wrote Black By Sarah McLachlan?
Sarah Mclachlan
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What's The Duration Of The Black By Sarah McLachlan?The duration of Black is 4:29 minutes and seconds. |
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