Stand Atlantic - Shh! Lyrics
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Shh!
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What Are The Lyrics For Shh! By Stand Atlantic?
Shh
I keep forgetting where I wanna go And no, I don't, I never feel at home Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech I guess I'll keep-keep fleein' to my knees And you're the only one who ignites me easy Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech And just maybe my weak fingertips Are better off burning bridges (We're better off burning bridges) You better think with your mouth Before you shout 'til you bleed Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech Watch what you're telling yourself What do you shout in your sleep? Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech Feed in my throat like (shh) I'm layin' with the demons that I hate Like a little lab rat, just crawlin' in a cage Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech Spinnin' out of your focus, I'm delirious waiting to be new again Maybe my weak fingertips are better off burnin' bridges (We're better off burning bridges) You better think with your mouth Before you shout 'til you bleed Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech Watch what you're telling yourself What do you shout in your sleep? Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech Feed in my throat like You better think with your mouth Before you shout 'til you bleed Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech Watch what you're telling yourself What do you shout in your sleep? Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech Feed in my throat like (shh) |
Who Wrote Shh! By Stand Atlantic?
Bonnie Mary Fraser, Steve Wayne Knight
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