Switchfoot - BA55 Lyrics
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BA55
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What Are The Lyrics For BA55 By Switchfoot?
I want a fire that could burn me clean
Light the sky with my black-eyed dreams And let my soul fly And let my soul fly I want a fire burning down the door Let the wounds of my embers soar And let my soul fly And let my soul fly Let it go Yeah, let it go Ah, ah, Let it go (ah) Ah, ah Pavement beneath my feet I watch the white lines fly Nothing between us here but the black blue sky Suspended up in the air, like a still life Yeah, we're suspended up into the air, Like a still life Let it go Let it go I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean And let my soul fly And let my soul fly Pavement beneath my feet I watch the white lines fly I want a fire that could burn me clean I want a fire that could burn me clean And let it go |
Who Wrote BA55 By Switchfoot?
Jon Foreman, Tim Foreman
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What's The Duration Of The BA55 By Switchfoot?The duration of BA55 is 4:44 minutes and seconds. |
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