Shame - Angie Lyrics
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Angie
Angie Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Angie By Shame?
Well there she swings
Before the banshee Her skirt does sing The notes of Angie I'm not a man But that's ok Cause my baby swings From night till day Her skirt was silk Her skin was stained In all my dreams She still remains She lies untouched Innocent and pure My only hope My only cure I'll let my flesh wear thin Have my hair fade and fall Just so once more I can feel your skin Confined in soil walls For this life it serves no purpose Without your sweet embrace And now no angels roam this land You'll never be replaced I'll see you soon Up where you lie Under the moon Above the sky Scratch me away Out of your skin Still to this day I hear your skirt sing I took her down And there she lay Her face stained brown No notes to play Well there she swings Before the banshee Her skirt does sing The notes of Angie From night till day From night till day My baby swings From night till day I'll see you soon Up where you lie Under the moon Above the sky Scratch me away Out of your skin Still to this day I hear your skirt sing Well I know you could do better And I know you could do worse Build a latex box to drown in And bathe in the absurd Deep fry your feelings so they can't escape Disappear into nothing And find your happy place Find your happy place I'll cut you down I'll hold your face And we will stay In your happy place In your happy place |
Who Wrote Angie By Shame?
Sean Coyle-smith, Joshua Finerty, Charles Forbes, Edward Hammond Green, Charlie Steen
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What's The Duration Of The Angie By Shame?The duration of Angie is 6:55 minutes and seconds. |
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