Wilco - A Shot in the Arm Lyrics
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A Shot in the Arm
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What Are The Lyrics For A Shot in the Arm By Wilco?
The ashtray says
You were up all night When you went to bed With your darkest mind Your pillow wept And covered your eyes And you finally slept While the sun caught fire You've changed We fell in love In the key of see We walked along Down by the sea You followed me down The neck to D And fell again Into the sea You changed Oh, you've changed Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Something in my veins bloodier than blood Something in my veins bloodier than blood Something in my veins bloodier than blood Something in my veins bloodier than blood The ashtray says You were up all night When you went to bed With your darkest mind You changed Oh, you've changed What you once were isn't what you want to be any more What you once were isn't what you want to be any more What you once were isn't what you want to be any more What you once were isn't what you want to be any more What you once were isn't what you want to be any more |
Who Wrote A Shot in the Arm By Wilco?
Jeff Tweedy, Jay Bennett, John Stirratt
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What's The Duration Of The A Shot in the Arm By Wilco?The duration of A Shot in the Arm is 4:20 minutes and seconds. |
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