The Futureheads - Sleet Lyrics
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Sleet
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What Are The Lyrics For Sleet By The Futureheads?
Look at that
What a treat Like winter without any sleet It's getting late But we're still on our feet Let's stay awake so I can hear you speak Look at that What a shame So many words follow his name None of them are complimentary None of them are anything but grief We make it harder Harder than it needs to be But it makes us happy Like happy used to be The week is long but the strong are the weak It's getting late but we're still on our feet Let's stay awake so I can hear you speak Let's got to bed but let's not go to sleep Look at that what a shock Didn't care if you were ready or not What a boy What a fool What a cheat but you can tell that there is love in my deceit We make it harder Harder than it needs to be But it makes us happy Like happy used to be The week is long but the strong are the weak It's getting late but we're still on our feet Let's stay awake so I can hear you speak Let's got to bed but let's not go to sleep The week is long but the strong are the weak It's getting late but we're still on our feet Let's stay awake so I can hear you speak Let's got to bed but let's not go to sleep Let's got to bed but let's not go to sleep Let's got to bed but let's not go to sleep |
Who Wrote Sleet By The Futureheads?
Barry Hyde, David Craig, David Hyde, Ross Millard
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What's The Duration Of The Sleet By The Futureheads?The duration of Sleet is 3:10 minutes and seconds. |
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