Sevendust - Dead Roses Lyrics
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Dead Roses
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What Are The Lyrics For Dead Roses By Sevendust?
Beg and pleading
Why don't you feed another lie You can climb all your fences But nothing's gonna keep you high (So far nothing's working) Nothing's working (I've seen love die) It's falling out Hate your beautiful way We live in your game Your days getting closer And all love completely erased We run from the plague That you keep right beside you So close to you Just give me the feeling Something that'll take me on a ride To all the familiar places But still a good place to hide (So long, nothings worth it) So not worth it (I scream, you try) To hold me down Hate your beautiful way We live in your game Your days getting closer (Closer! Closer!) And all love completely erased We run from the plague That you keep right beside you So close to you Hate your beautiful way We live in your game Your days getting closer (Closer! Closer!) And all love completely erased We run from the plague That you keep right beside you Hate your beautiful way We live in your game Your days getting closer (Closer! Closer!) And all love completely erased We run from the plague That you keep right beside you So close to you (So close to you!) |
Who Wrote Dead Roses By Sevendust?
Clint Lowery, John Conolly, Lajon Witherspoon, Morgan Rose, Vincent Hornsby
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What's The Duration Of The Dead Roses By Sevendust?The duration of Dead Roses is 3:01 minutes and seconds. |
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