U2 - Shadows and Tall Trees Lyrics
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Shadows and Tall Trees
Shadows and Tall Trees Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Shadows and Tall Trees By U2?
Back to the cold restless streets at night
I talk to myself about tomorrow night Walls of white protest The gravestone in name Who is it now It's always the same Who is it now Who calls me inside Are the leaves on the trees Just living disguise I walk sweet rain tragicomedy I'll walk home again To the street melody But I know, oh no But I know, oh no But I know Shadows and tall trees Shadows and tall trees Shadows and tall trees Shadows and tall trees Life through a window Discolored pain Misses Brown's washing is always the same I walk street rain tragicomedy I'll walk home again To the street melody But I know, oh no But I know, oh no But I know (Out there) You feel in me Anything redeeming Any worthwhile feeling Is love like a tightrope Hanging from the ceiling But I know, oh no But I know, oh no But I know Shadows and tall trees Shadows and tall trees Shadows and tall trees Shadows and tall trees Shadows, shadows, shadows Shadows, shadows, shadows Shadows and tall trees Shadows and tall trees Shadows, shadows, shadows Shadows, shadows, shadows Shadows and tall trees Shadows and tall trees |
Who Wrote Shadows and Tall Trees By U2?
Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul ; Hewson
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What's The Duration Of The Shadows and Tall Trees By U2?The duration of Shadows and Tall Trees is 4:40 minutes and seconds. |
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