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The Spike

The Spike Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Spike By The Music?
I feel pain in every part of me
Now poor girl come and settle on my knee I crave the love that the people talk about But in love do ya feel Feel a spike Feel alive Yeah my body can't get enough Feel a spike Though emotionally I'm lost Have no inner love Feel a spike In a part of me I forget about the city around me Though emotionally I'm lost Have no inner love Feel a spike Feel a spike Forget Forget the notion If you don't feel this emotion My words, they run like water Into the cave of the insecure My body shakes with the feeling If I don't have you to believe in Right now I'm still devoted My time it ticks away slowly The doors close and the walls come in on me Her toes curl at the very thought of it She craves the love that the people talk about Watch her writhe Though emotionally she's lost Has no inner trust She's denied In a part of me I forget about the city around me Though emotionally I'm lost Have no inner love Feel a spike Feel a spike Forget Forget the notion If you don't feel this emotion My words, they run like water Into the cave of the insecure My body shakes with the feeling If I don't have you to believe in Right now I'm still devoted My time it ticks away slowly |
Who Wrote The Spike By The Music?
Adam Nutter, Philip Jordan, Robert Harvey, Stuart Coleman
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What's The Duration Of The The Spike By The Music?The duration of The Spike is 4:01 minutes and seconds. |
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