100 lyrics for "You, you, you"
Don't you run when you hear the sirens coming (I wanna turn those blue lights) What have you done? (Into strobe lights) There's no need to run Run when you hear the sirens coming Blue lights should just pass you by (maybe even fairy lights) When you hear
PlaySilent woman in the night, you came Took my seed from my shaking frame Same old fire, another flame And the wheel rolls on Silent woman through the flames, you come From the deep behind the sun Seems my nightmares, have just begun Left me barely holding
PlayIf it wasn't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all Keep you eye on the money Keep your eye on the money Black jack roulette Losing high and low She rolls the dice She's cold as ice Turn a young man old
PlayIt's my body and I'll die when I want to Die when I want to, die when I want to The monster in me is wearing the crown I'll be the king and you'll be the crown I'll take the blame For waiting around I'll be the villain you can't live without Strip off
PlayBreathe life inside your heart of stone And it begins anew Now we are dying Dying the slowest death Breathe life for you are not alone Break the bonds The hatred of mankind. As it seeks to kill that which lives inside. Held down by bonds that bind us
PlaySo if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to
Play'Cause young love don't know nothin' When the radio plays you sing along And you'd slide on over, on over and we'd ride When she's holding on You just can't get close enough, you swear it's sent from above Your daddy thought I was wrong for you, Thinking
PlayGu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks This a big watch, diamond drippin' off of the clock Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin' the top Give it to they pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks
PlayYou don't get it (get it, get it, get it) I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fucking care I don't know what I know But I know where it's at Just because I lost it doesn't mean I want it back Is it the world I'm living in? I'm sorry Mr.
PlayRaise the blind They will guide you from the light Writing noughts till the end of time Race the dark It feeds from the runs undone Come, taste the wine Come, surf the clouds Meet me where the cliff greets the sea Leave the sleep and let the springtime
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