The Trews - Confessions Lyrics
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Confessions
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What Are The Lyrics For Confessions By The Trews?
Ya try to think of a human civilization
And everybody's cryin', "How are we to explain things?" Easy, easy Neurotic, psychotic and anxious Has a dream about human Language And finally find the words to say Easy, easy Confessions kill you over time Confess your love, leave me behind Keep me up all night like a saint In the twilight hour I don't need no one, I just Want someone to lie Maybe in my tomb I'll evade the madness Reinvent and sculpt and package Find a luminary plain Easy, easy Confused by the blandness and The trials of hurt and sadness And not knowing anything Easy, easy Confessions kill you over time Confess your love leave me Behind Keep me up all night like a saint In the twilight hour I don't need no one, I just Want someone to lie Keep me up all night like a saint In the twilight hour I don't need no one, I just Want someone to lie Try to think of a human civilization And everybody's cryin', "How are we to explain things?" Easy, easy Neurotic, psychotic and anxious Has a dream about human baggage And finally throws it all away Keep me up all night like a saint In the twilight hour I don't need no one, I just Want someone to lie Keep me up all night like a saint In the twilight hour I don't need no one, I just Want someone to lie Keep me up all night like a saint In the twilight hour I don't need no one, I just Want someone to lie Keep me up all night like a saint In the twilight hour I don't need no one, I just Want someone to lie |
Who Wrote Confessions By The Trews?
Gordie Edmond Johnson, Colin Kirk Macdonald, John Agnus Callaghan Macdonald
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What's The Duration Of The Confessions By The Trews?The duration of Confessions is 3:02 minutes and seconds. |
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