Tegan and Sara - White Knuckles Lyrics
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White Knuckles
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What Are The Lyrics For White Knuckles By Tegan and Sara?
My life tethered like
Like a twin or a son Scared to be severed right Right before we begun Doubled like a couple, we stood Stood out in the light, light Crutching each other like Knuckles turned white, white I cried wolf Howling at the moon So left me dead Break that mirror in two I made us feel Feel unlucky too So left me dead Break that mirror in two Our love twisted up Like a chick or an egg We swear ankles that That always were late Excuses for the bruises we wear Black and blue now, now Breaking each other like Knuckles in a fight, fight I cried wolf Howling at the moon So left me dead Break that mirror in two I made us feel Feel unlucky too So left me dead Break that mirror in two Cry, cry wolf I don't know what this howling will prove Cry, cry wolf I don't know what I'm gon, what I'm gonna lose Cry, cry wolf I don't know what this howling will prove Cry, cry wolf I don't know what I'm gon, what I'm gonna lose I cried wolf Howling at the moon So left me dead Break that mirror in two I made us feel Feel unlucky too So left me dead Break that mirror in two Cry, cry wolf I don't know what this howling will prove Cry, cry wolf I don't know what I'm gon, what I'm gonna lose Cry, cry wolf I don't know what this howling will prove Cry, cry wolf I don't know what I'm gon, what I'm gonna lose |
Who Wrote White Knuckles By Tegan and Sara?
Sara Keirsten Quin, Tegan Rain Quin
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