Zola Jesus - Wiseblood Lyrics
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Wiseblood
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What Are The Lyrics For Wiseblood By Zola Jesus?
This'll be my last home
But this stream will carry me through But this stream isn't home no more And truth can make immune If it doesn't make you wiser Doesn't make you stronger Doesn't make you live a little bit What are you doing? And this'll be my one remorse But this stream's kept me abused And this stream is a hungry course And time can make it new If it doesn't make you wiser Doesn't make you stronger Doesn't make you live a little bit What are you doing? If it doesn't make you wiser Doesn't make you stronger Doesn't make you live a little bit What are you doing? In these parting days, I am losing all my senses In these timeless days, I can barely see through In this crowded space, I am losing all my senses In these drowned out bays, I can barely see through If it doesn't make you wiser Doesn't make you stronger Doesn't make you live a little bit What are you doing? If it doesn't make you wiser Doesn't make you stronger Doesn't make you live a little bit What are you doing? If it doesn't make you wiser Doesn't make you stronger Doesn't make you live a little bit What are you doing? If it doesn't make you wiser Doesn't make you stronger Doesn't make you live a little bit What are you doing? |
Who Wrote Wiseblood By Zola Jesus?
Nika Roza Danilova
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What's The Duration Of The Wiseblood By Zola Jesus?The duration of Wiseblood is 4:40 minutes and seconds. |
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