The Pioneer Creek Gang - Torn Lyrics
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Torn
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What Are The Lyrics For Torn By The Pioneer Creek Gang?
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm - he came around like He was dignified He showed me what it was to cry Well you couldn't be that man I adored You don't seem to know - don't seem to care What your heart is for No I don't know him anymore There's nothin' where we used to lie Conversation has run dry That's what's going on Nothing's fine I'm torn I'm all out of faith This is how I feel I'm cold and I am chained Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I'm cold and I am shamed and bound And broken on the floor And I can see the perfect sky is torn You're a little late I'm already torn So I guess the fortune teller's right I should have seen just what was there And not some holy light But you crawled beneath my veins And now I don't care I have no luck I don't miss it all that much There's just so many things That I can't touch There's nothing where he used to lie My conversation has run dry That's what is goin' on Nothin's right I'm torn I'm all out of faith This is how I feel I'm cold and I am shamed Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I'm wide awake And I can see the perfect sky is torn You're a little late I'm already torn |
Who Wrote Torn By The Pioneer Creek Gang?
Gary Anthony Webb, Gary Anthony James Webb
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What's The Duration Of The Torn By The Pioneer Creek Gang?The duration of Torn is 4:03 minutes and seconds. |
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