Sleeping with Sirens - Don’t Say Anything Lyrics
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Don’t Say Anything
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What Are The Lyrics For Don’t Say Anything By Sleeping with Sirens?
Woo! Yeah! Yeah!
Why are you so pissed off? I can hear it through the wire It's late now, why aren't you sleeping? Shouldn't you be in bed Come on and state your case Don't leave me in the dark I hear the silence on the line Yeah, all those broken parts I gave you the part of me The only one that you could see Tell me it doesn't mean a thing Breathe in, breathe out Someway, somehow Say it all say it now Or don't say anything All in, all out Someway, somehow Say it all say it now Or don't say anything God, I hate this place I hate the space between us Lost in the grey unknown There's still so far to go I gave you the part of me The only one that you could see Tell me it doesn't mean a thing Breathe in, breathe out Someway, somehow Say it all say it now Or don't say anything All in, all out Someway, somehow Say it all say it now Or don't say anything (Don't say anything) Oh, you're the sweetest thing Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Why are you so pissed off? I can hear it through the wire It's late now, why aren't you sleeping? Shouldn't you be in bed Breathe in, breathe out Someway, somehow Say it all say it now Or don't say anything All in, all out Someway, somehow Say it all say it now Or don't say anything (Don't say anything) Oh, you're the sweetest thing |
Who Wrote Don’t Say Anything By Sleeping with Sirens?
Simon Wilcox, John Feldmann, Kellin Quinn
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