The Damned Things - Omen Lyrics
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Omen
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What Are The Lyrics For Omen By The Damned Things?
There ain't nothing I could say or do
But stand guard over the vault Of a heart that I kept from you All the things I ever promised, oh They're under my nails, all over my clothes They're leaving a trail behind me As you bring them home And you know What I'd do Yeah, baby None of it's for you And when I come around Look for a sign from below Stand still and wait for an omen You fell in love with the lie You dragged the body home You dragged the body home, ooh You dragged the body home You pull the thread And watch the whole thing go All the pressure that built up behind our eyes Made my head explode I couldn't say it so I faked it, oh It's under my nails, all over my clothes It's leaving a trail behind me As you bring them home And you know What I'd do Yeah, baby None of it's for you And when I come around Look for a sign from below Stand still and wait for an omen You fell in love with the lie You dragged the body home And you know What I'd do Yeah, baby None of it's for you And when I come around Look for a sign from below Stand still and wait for an omen You fell in love with the lie You dragged the body home With the sky coming down The heat comes up from below Stand still and wait for an omen You fell in love with the lie You dragged the body home You dragged the body home You dragged the body home |
Who Wrote Omen By The Damned Things?
Keith Michael Buckley, Robert Caggiano, Andrew John Hurley, Scott Ian Rosenfeld, Joseph Mark Trohman
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