Slaves - Feed the Mantaray Lyrics
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Feed the Mantaray
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What Are The Lyrics For Feed the Mantaray By Slaves?
(Save the mantaray!)
Don't show me, I'm always wrond Off and on and off and on TV show don't bring me joy Teaching me how to destroy Paper walls are paper thin God, I really hate you, Tim Let that woman out your flat Don't stand in the way like that Sitting Waiting Thinking What is it you're looking for? Talking Barking Pushing What? When the words don't work anymore And you're talking to yourself on your knees on the floor What will you do, what will you do, what to do? Feed the mantaray, feed the mantaray Feed the mantaray (save the mantaray!) Feed the mantaray, feed the mantaray Feed the mantaray (save the mantaray!) Teeth are breaking in my mouth The earth is shaking in my house Scratch until there's nothing left Take what's best and leave the rest Paper walls are paper thin I don't really hate you, Tim Let that woman out your flat Don't stand in the way like that Calling Walking Running Leavers Lying Cheating People Oh When the words don't work anymore And you're talking to yourself on your knees on the floor What will you do, what will you do, what will you do, what will you do? What? (Save the mantaray!) What? What? (Save the mantaray!) Feed the mantaray, feed the mantaray Feed the mantaray, save the mantaray Feed the mantaray, feed the mantaray Feed the mantaray, save the mantaray What? What? What? What, what, what, what, what, what? |
Who Wrote Feed the Mantaray By Slaves?
Isaac Holman, Joylon Thomas, Lawrence Vincent
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What's The Duration Of The Feed the Mantaray By Slaves?The duration of Feed the Mantaray is 2:55 minutes and seconds. |
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