19 lyrics for "Watch her die..."

No one else survives I've seen you live, now watch me die But we don't see the writing on the wall And as I close my eyes The one that kills the least still kills us all Alone in here, I realize I don't seem to care today I mirror what I love With what I
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This means war Hide my face again, harbor in the shadows Feel this weight of sin hammering away Die, with the guilt of a thousand AWOL soldiers Die, watch the scythe usher me astray I can't go on this way Not as I am today The ugly side of me is strong
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From what you do...because of you... You know I can't be there each time that you call I swore not to come, but I'm here after all I know by the look that I see in your eye I won't stand around and I won't watch you die (What you do, what you do, was
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And I, I would die for you And when you're gone, time is so slow And like the grass, I've watched us grow You are everything to me There have been times when I'm up all night Crying in the dark, so I sleep with the light on I've heard I've got words like
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(ang on) got to go Preview what they ought a know Keep your head down and fucking die (Wake up) rise and shine Gotta take another pint Dig heads and watch out for the night When the sun comes down and the moon comes up in the sky The battle of the day
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That'll get me high Just a stupid motherfucker If I die, I die Yeah! Alright! I'm looking for a mother Watching it all, fading,
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I want her everywhere And if she's beside me I know I need never care But to love her is to need her everywhere Knowing that love is to share Each one believing that love never dies Watching their eyes and hoping I'm always there To lead a better life I
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Cunts watch their bodies, no room for make up I think he's tasted, tasted the watcher Aha shake taper jean girl with a motel face Aha shake bury your eyes in a secret place Aha shake black as night on a Sunday Heartbreak knockin' 'em down like the
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I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke
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It was pretty in May, but it died in June I watched her go After she planted her love in the top soil And from the top soil an iris bloomed If I could be just one thing I would be what you’re craving Six foot three with steel blue eyes Sweep you off of
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