The Drums - Brutalism Lyrics
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Brutalism
Brutalism Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Brutalism By The Drums?
Baby, right now you must know
That this love is brutal Beyond physical Supernatural And full irrational I'm not stranger at taking risks I've bet my life on one kiss I know this is dangerous We're delirious But oh this is glorious When I'm alone at night and the TV is on I grab your t-shirt and put it over my face I put my hand on my chest so it feels like you're here And I'd fly 10,000 miles just to kiss you again Brutalism Brutalism Our love is heavy and hard Desire might be the thing that tears us apart And when my heart is tired and I can't take any more I just remember your eyes in the corridor Your eyes in the corridor When I'm alone at night and the TV is on I grab your t-shirt and put it over my face I put my hand on my chest so it feels like you're here And I'd fly 10,000 miles just to kiss you again Brutalism Brutalism Our love is heavy and hard Desire might be the thing that tears us apart When I'm alone at night and the TV is on I grab your t-shirt and put it over my face I put my hand on my chest so it feels like you're here And I'd fly 10,000 miles just to kiss you again Brutalism Brutalism Our love is heavy and hard Desire might be the thing that tears us apart |
Who Wrote Brutalism By The Drums?
Bryan Patrick De Leon, Colin Halliwell, Jonathan Andrew Pierce
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What's The Duration Of The Brutalism By The Drums?The duration of Brutalism is 3:49 minutes and seconds. |
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