Superstrings - Dark Side of the Moon Lyrics
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Dark Side of the Moon
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What Are The Lyrics For Dark Side of the Moon By Superstrings?
Try a run, try a hide,
Escape your only truth, for a while Live the past, create a picture, it won't last A million colors to a lie, it won't last When the sun is cold and black When you wanna scream and shout And the record plays the dark side of the moon When the sun is cold and black When you wanna scream and shout And the record plays the dark side of the moon Brighter days, on a distant shore You realized it's steep, to the top Never fight, a never win reality A million colors to a lie, that will fade When the sun is cold and black When you wanna scream and shout And the record plays the dark side of the moon When the sun is cold and black When you wanna scream and shout And the record plays the dark side of the moon So good... let me lose myself... So good... let me lose myself... So good... let me lose myself... So good... let me lose myself... When the sun is cold and black When you wanna scream and shout And the record plays the darkside of the moon When the sun is cold and black When you wanna scream and shout And the record plays the darkside of the moon When the sun is cold and black When you wanna scream and shout And the record plays the darkside of the moon |
Who Wrote Dark Side of the Moon By Superstrings?
Stefan Fornaro, Daniel Gonschorek, Harald Schubert, Tomio Tremmel, Christine Klaar
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What's The Duration Of The Dark Side of the Moon By Superstrings?The duration of Dark Side of the Moon is 3:30 minutes and seconds. |
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