The Manhattan Transfer - This Independence Lyrics
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This Independence
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What Are The Lyrics For This Independence By The Manhattan Transfer?
The light is bending early
Around the prodigal The gunner whispers gently His shadow on the wall The crowd is bursting from me A single animal It finds its freedom early They're going to take it all This independence We are the metal shell 10,000 bodies Run from an empty well All of your lovers Are heroes in my bed All night the echoes Of breathing heads A falling body near me A silent angry cry A miracle of purpose Looks up into the sky A camera crew is running The world is shrinking fast Tonight you drink your coffee And watch the world aghast This independence We are the metal shell 10,000 bodies Run from an empty well All of your lovers Are heroes in my bed All night the echoes Of breathing heads A camera crew is running The world is shrinking fast Tonight you drink your coffee And watch the world aghast This independence We are the metal shell 10,000 bodies Run from an empty well All of your lovers Are heroes in my bed All night the echoes Of breathing heads This independence We are the metal shell 10,000 bodies Run from an empty well All of your lovers Are heroes in my bed All night the echoes Of breathing heads |
Who Wrote This Independence By The Manhattan Transfer?
Marc Jordan, John Joseph Capek
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What's The Duration Of The This Independence By The Manhattan Transfer?The duration of This Independence is 5:03 minutes and seconds. |
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