Stone Temple Pilots - Plush Lyrics
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Plush
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What Are The Lyrics For Plush By Stone Temple Pilots?
And I feel that time's a wasted go
So where you going to tomorrow? And I see that these are lies to come Would you even care? And I feel it And I feel it Where you going for tomorrow? Where you goin' with the mask I found? And I feel, and I feel When the dogs begin to smell her Will she smell alone? And I feel, so much depends on the weather So is it raining in your bedroom? And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray Would you even care? And I feel it And she feels it Where you going to tomorrow? Where you goin' with the mask I found? And I feel, and I feel When the dogs begin to smell her Will she smell alone? When the dogs do find her Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow To find it, to find it, to find it When the dogs do find her Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow To find it, to find it, to find it Where you going for tomorrow? Where you goin' with the mask I found? And I feel, and I feel When the dogs begin to smell her Will she smell alone? When the dogs do find her Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow To find it, to find it, to find it When the dogs do find her Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow To find it, to find it, to find it To find it To find it To find it |
Who Wrote Plush By Stone Temple Pilots?
Dean De Leo, Robert De Leo, Scott Weiland, Eric Kretz
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What's The Duration Of The Plush By Stone Temple Pilots?The duration of Plush is 5:14 minutes and seconds. |
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