Sleepwave - The Wolf Lyrics
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The Wolf
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What Are The Lyrics For The Wolf By Sleepwave?
Tear back the skin and carve my name in the bone
(In the bone) I pray for water to wash away this hole You can blind me and feed me to the wolf I'll never get out alive The last breath you take I hope you're suffering You'll never say my name You'll never say my name I'll turn my back and walk away We'll never be the same We'll never be the same All right! Yeah! I climb your mountain to prove I'm still alive (Still alive, still alive!) So lets be honest we both have blood on our hands (On our hands, on our hands!) You wash yours off and I wear mine like a crown I'll never get out alive The last breath you take I hope you're suffering You'll never say my name You'll never say my name I'll turn my back and walk away We'll never be the same We'll never be the same (We'll never be the same, You're never gonna change!) I find it hard to say to you I'm never coming home I'm never coming home It took so long for me to leave You're never gonna change You're never gonna change The last breath you take I hope you're suffering You'll never say my name You'll never say my name I'll turn my back and walk away We'll never be the same We'll never be the same I'll turn my back I'll turn my back on you (On you!) |
Who Wrote The Wolf By Sleepwave?
David Jonathan Bendeth, Stephen Bowman, William Spencer Chamberlain
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What's The Duration Of The The Wolf By Sleepwave?The duration of The Wolf is 3:18 minutes and seconds. |
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