Scott Weiland - Tangle with Your Mind Lyrics
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Tangle with Your Mind
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What Are The Lyrics For Tangle with Your Mind By Scott Weiland?
You seem sad, but you're telling lies
Getting lost in the shuffle of alibis Seasons change, so do you, so do I Where do I go? Looking back on indiscretion Love reaction, I want action No, no, no Trying hard not to let you go, oh so cold 'Cause you just never let it show There you go wandering along, wandering along People come and people go Where do you go when you're not at home? There is always more than meets the eye Flew so fast, fell from the sky below No, no, no Trying hard not to let you go, oh so cold 'Cause you just never let it show There you go wandering along, wandering along I can read your face, you might have noticed No, no, no I can tangle with your mind You never let it show I can read your face, you might have noticed No, no, no I can tangle with your mind, with your mind You seem sad but you're telling me lies Getting lost in the shuffle of alibis No, no, no Trying hard not to let you go, oh so cold 'Cause you just never let it show There you go wandering along, wandering along I can read your face, you might have noticed No, no, no I can tangle with your mind You never let it show I can read your face, you might have noticed No, no, no I can tangle with your mind, with your mind Oh, with your mind |
Who Wrote Tangle with Your Mind By Scott Weiland?
Beers, Scott Richard Weiland
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What's The Duration Of The Tangle with Your Mind By Scott Weiland?The duration of Tangle with Your Mind is 3:42 minutes and seconds. |
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