Snow Patrol - Shut Your Eyes [Album Version] Lyrics
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Shut Your Eyes [Album Version]
Shut Your Eyes [Album Version] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Shut Your Eyes [Album Version] By Snow Patrol?
Shut your eyes and think of somewhere
Somewhere cold and caked in snow By the fire we break the quiet Learn to wear each other well And when the worrying starts to hurt And the world feels like graves of dirt Just close your eyes until You can imagine this place Yeah, our secret space, at will Shut your eyes, I spin the big chair And you'll feel dizzy, light, and free And falling gently on the cushion You can come and sing to me And when the worrying starts to hurt And the world feels like graves of dirt Just close your eyes until You can imagine this place Yeah, our secret space, at will (Shut your eyes) (Shut your eyes) (Shut your eyes) (Shut your eyes) Shut your eyes and sing to me (shut your eyes and sing to me) Shut your eyes and sing to me (shut your eyes and sing to me) Shut your eyes and sing to me (shut your eyes and sing to me) Shut your eyes and sing to me (shut your eyes and sing to me) Shut your eyes and sing to me (shut your eyes and sing to me) |
Who Wrote Shut Your Eyes [Album Version] By Snow Patrol?
Gary Lightbody, Nathan Connolly, Jonathan Graham Quinn, Tom Simpson, Paul Wilson
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What's The Duration Of The Shut Your Eyes [Album Version] By Snow Patrol?The duration of Shut Your Eyes [Album Version] is 3:17 minutes and seconds. |
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