Lyrics of Crash

Feeder

pochette album Crash
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Release date : 06/02/1998

Duration : 0:04:07

Style : Alternative



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I put my best foot first and it got burned
Communication always hurts
I got myself so deep inside a hole
I taste the air so thin as i get old
(i don't think so)
'cause i can, old
(i don't think so)

She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when i crash down
Build me wings so i can glide
She's my novacaine ride
(novacine!)

Pick up the pieces of my world
Glue them together, i wish i could
I can't believe it as the picture fades
Just like a tv but the sound remains
(i don't think so)
(no i don't think so)

She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when i crash down
Build me wings so i can glide
She's my novacaine ride
(novacine!)

Feel it as i shake
Shatter illusions fade
Taste my bitter tears
Cut my heart with shears

(i don't think so)
(i don't think so)
'cause i can feel
(i don't think so)

She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when i crash down
Build me wings so i can glide
She's my novacaine ride

She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when i crash down
No, no
Novacaine

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