A-Z Lyrics Database
Welcome! Login | Register
Lyrics   »   L   »   Land Of Talk Lyrics   »   Blangee Blee Lyrics

Land Of Talk - Blangee Blee Lyrics

Font:      
Align:    
  • You pull it to the right and I bring it back to center
  • I blame it on your pride and you blame it on my temper
  • Standing on the skin of a cell, it was sickle
  • For me it was over, the coroner, the cripple
  • We'd spend our lives making out middles
  • Oh, to give so much got me so little
  • We'd spend our lives making out middles
  • Oh, to give so much got me so little
  • For all that was said, I believe it wasn't spoken
  • You sang it to the wall but the tune, it wasn't holding
  • My guess it wasn't bound to the spine, to the spindle
  • For all I lead you from, I'm the coroner, the cripple
  • We'd spend our lives making out middles
  • Oh, to give so much got me so little
  • We'd spend our lives making out middles
  • Oh, to give so much got me so little
  • We'd spend our lives making out middles
  • Oh, to give so much got me so little

  • Report error in lyric




    Latest Land Of Talk Lyrics

    The Blangee Blee lyrics by Land Of Talk is property of their respective authors, artists and labels and are strictly for non-commercial use only.
    Copyright © 2009-2026 Azlyricdb.com. All Rights Reserved | Privacy policy | Blog
    You are now viewing Land Of Talk Blangee Blee Lyrics