The Plugs - End of the World Lyrics
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End of the World
End of the World Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For End of the World By The Plugs?
Fear is like a thorn that has
Pricked you when you're born and there's Nothing you can do to stop the blood Come into my world where the Edge is torn and curled like the Photographs I keep in a box Fear is like a thorn that has Pricked you when you're born and there's Nothing you can do to stop the blood Come into my world where the Edge is torn and curled like the Photographs I keep in a box Stop all your noise I can't hear it any more You are keeping me awake And my head will explode There is gridlock ahead And the forecast is dread Till the end of the world Look at all the faces they Smile but there no trace of the Lies they conceal in what they say After the confusion we're Under no delusion that Life is getting cheaper every day Stop all your noise I can't hear it any more You are keeping me awake And my head will explode There is gridlock ahead And the forecast is dread Till the end of the world Everyone's a loser, there's Nothing left to choose from the Shit and mediocrity here Stop all your noise I can't hear it any more You are keeping me awake And my head will explode There is gridlock ahead And the forecast is dread Till the end of the world Till the end of the world |
Who Wrote End of the World By The Plugs?
Ben Lee
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What's The Duration Of The End of the World By The Plugs?The duration of End of the World is 4:09 minutes and seconds. |
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