Supergrass - Strange Ones [Live] Lyrics
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Strange Ones [Live]
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What Are The Lyrics For Strange Ones [Live] By Supergrass?
There's a place where the strange ones go
Where nobody here could know They look down from the clouds and smile at Everyone down below There's a place where the strange ones go Where nobody here could know They look down from the underground At everyone down below I want to cry for you I want to die for you Everybody needs a home Well, are you strange enough Are you deranged enough Every fucker needs a home There's a place where the strange ones go Where nobody here could know They look down from the clouds and smile at Everyone down below There's a place where the strange ones go Where nobody here could know They look down from the underground At everyone down below I want to feel for you I want to steal for you Everybody needs a home Well, are you strange enough Are you deranged enough Every fucker needs a home There's a place where the strange ones go Where nobody here could know They look down from the clouds and smile at Everyone down below There's a place where the strange ones go Where nobody here could know They look down from the underground At everyone down below There's a place where the strange ones go Where nobody here could know They look down from the clouds and smile at Everyone down below There's a place where the strange ones go Where nobody here could know They look down from the underground At everyone down below |
Who Wrote Strange Ones [Live] By Supergrass?
Gareth Coombes, Daniel Goffey, Michael Quinn
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