The Kills - Future Starts Slow Lyrics

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Future Starts Slow

Future Starts Slow Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Future Starts Slow By The Kills?
You can holler, you can wail
You can swing, you can flail You can f*ck like a broken sail But I'll never give you up If I ever give you up my heart will surely fail And after all God can keep my soul England to have my bones But don't ever give me up I could never get back up when the future starts so slow No longing for the moonlight No longing for the sun No longer will I curse the bad I've done If there's a time when the feelings gone, I wanna feel it You can holler, you can wail You can blow what's left of my right mind You can swing, you can flail You can blow what's left of my right mind (I don't mind) There's a time for the second best And there's a time when the feeling's gone But it's hard to be hard I guess When you're shaking like a dog You can holler, you can wail You can blow what's left of my right mind You can swing, you can flail You can blow what's left of my right mind You can holler, you can wail You can blow what's left of my right mind You can swing, you can flail You can blow what's left of my right mind (I don't mind) You can blow what's left of my right mind You can blow what's left of my right mind You can holler, you can wail You can blow what's left of my right mind |
Who Wrote Future Starts Slow By The Kills?
Alison Mosshart, James Hince
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What's The Duration Of The Future Starts Slow By The Kills?The duration of Future Starts Slow is 4:04 minutes and seconds. |
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