Sense Field - Haunted Lyrics
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Haunted
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What Are The Lyrics For Haunted By Sense Field?
Look at the past to see
No. I never wanted to Think now Think how it'd be Everything that's haunted you Anything that wanted to There are no pictures in frames None that I could find of me Just memories up in flames None I ever want to see They don't mean a thing to me [Chorus] Someone step in Step in and break it up Someone step up Step in and make it stop A sign this time it's real This is not a false alarm Just know How low you feel When they don't mean you any harm It's just the way some people are [Chorus:Repeat x2] Look at the past just to see I never wanted Think how it'd be When everything's haunted Don't break Don't fake the deal Keep the promise that you kept They'll lie They'll try and steal Doesn't matter what they get Give until there's nothing left [Chorus:Repeat x2] Look at the past just to see I never wanted Think how it'd be When everything's haunted There are no pictures in frames None that I found The world up in flames It's not what I wanted Look at the past to see I never wanted A sign, a sign This time it's real And everything's haunted Look at the past to see I never wanted A sign, a sign This time it's real And everything's haunted |
Who Wrote Haunted By Sense Field?
Chris Evenson, John Bunch, John Stockberger, Robert Pfeiffer, Rodney Sellars
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What's The Duration Of The Haunted By Sense Field?The duration of Haunted is 4:29 minutes and seconds. |
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