Sweater Beats - Altar Lyrics
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Altar
Altar Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Altar By Sweater Beats?
I came to this party
Thinking I'd meet somebody With brown eyes, that's real smart 'Bout 5 foot 3 tall Wait, that's you Wait, that's you See, I always do this Compare them to your lips I know that I shouldn't But no one's no good without you Without you I built you an altar, didn't I? In the corner, of my mind 'Cause now I know, I know What feels like you Thinking about you Every night Built you an altar, didn't I? 'Cause now I know, I know What feels like you I built you an altar I built you an altar I still know your number Like it's burned on my fingers 'Bout 2, 3 in the morning I'm drinking and thinking 'bout you Thinking 'bout you (thinking 'bout you) And I should be happy But nothings feels magic And this sounds dramatic But nothing cuts deeper than you, you I built you an altar, didn't I? In the corner, of my mind 'Cause now I know, I know What feels like you Thinking about you Every night Built you an altar, didn't I? 'Cause now I know, I know What feels like you I built you an altar I built you an altar Tell me you'll stay Tell me everyday Broken my heart Now I'm not the same Now I'm not the same I built you an ah An altar An altar I built you an altar |
Who Wrote Altar By Sweater Beats?
Antonio Cuna, Andrew William Pearson, Stephen Samuel Wrabel, Stephenie Steph Jones
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What's The Duration Of The Altar By Sweater Beats?The duration of Altar is 3:24 minutes and seconds. |
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