NJ Falls Into The Atlantic Lyrics
| Song | NJ Falls Into The Atlantic |
| Artist | Senses Fail |
| Album | Let It Enfold You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Nielsen, Senses Fail | |
| It’s 4 am and we will stalk again | |
| The princess and your better queen. | |
| On the fourth day of july | |
| Deep in summer’s eye， | |
| Naked like the truth should always be. | |
| So speak your mind. | |
| （Don’t folow， with your foot） | |
| All this pain here. | |
| （All comes from， your trial） | |
| I won’t listen. | |
| （Your memory， is bleeding） | |
| My lies are faced with blue. | |
| Coming straight from off the wires | |
| Southern face and drunken father | |
| Crying as shes carving in her flesh | |
| It’s 4 am and we will stalk again | |
| The princess and your better queen. | |
| On the fourth day of july | |
| Deep in summer’s eye， | |
| Naked like the truth should always be. | |
| This falls on | |
| （All palm trees， and trash heaps） | |
| This burning bed | |
| （Where my eyes， will not sleep） | |
| Watching romance from a far， | |
| See bleeding from the glass on my feet | |
| Learning I love the smell of flesh. | |
| It’s 4 am and we will stalk again | |
| The princess and your better queen. | |
| On the fourth day of july | |
| Deep in summer’s eye， | |
| Naked like the truth should always be. | |
| An angel， on his two knees. | |
| Arms stretched， toward a red sea | |
| Of violence， and assultry done. | |
| The scenic， view of carnage | |
| Caused by， the sore in his hands | |
| The beauty resonates in birth. | |
| Its plain to see， the wind beneath the trees. | |
| Flowing free， the summer breeze is sweet. | |
| But in this place， im choked by my own air. | |
| I love the taste， of your blackened lips. | |
| It’s 4 am and we will stalk again | |
| The princess and your better queen. | |
| On the fourth day of july | |
| Deep in summer’s eye， | |
| Naked like the truth should always be. |
| zuo ci : Nielsen, Senses Fail | |
| It' s 4 am and we will stalk again | |
| The princess and your better queen. | |
| On the fourth day of july | |
| Deep in summer' s eye, | |
| Naked like the truth should always be. | |
| So speak your mind. | |
| Don' t folow, with your foot | |
| All this pain here. | |
| All comes from, your trial | |
| I won' t listen. | |
| Your memory, is bleeding | |
| My lies are faced with blue. | |
| Coming straight from off the wires | |
| Southern face and drunken father | |
| Crying as shes carving in her flesh | |
| It' s 4 am and we will stalk again | |
| The princess and your better queen. | |
| On the fourth day of july | |
| Deep in summer' s eye, | |
| Naked like the truth should always be. | |
| This falls on | |
| All palm trees, and trash heaps | |
| This burning bed | |
| Where my eyes, will not sleep | |
| Watching romance from a far, | |
| See bleeding from the glass on my feet | |
| Learning I love the smell of flesh. | |
| It' s 4 am and we will stalk again | |
| The princess and your better queen. | |
| On the fourth day of july | |
| Deep in summer' s eye, | |
| Naked like the truth should always be. | |
| An angel, on his two knees. | |
| Arms stretched, toward a red sea | |
| Of violence, and assultry done. | |
| The scenic, view of carnage | |
| Caused by, the sore in his hands | |
| The beauty resonates in birth. | |
| Its plain to see, the wind beneath the trees. | |
| Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet. | |
| But in this place, im choked by my own air. | |
| I love the taste, of your blackened lips. | |
| It' s 4 am and we will stalk again | |
| The princess and your better queen. | |
| On the fourth day of july | |
| Deep in summer' s eye, | |
| Naked like the truth should always be. |
| zuò cí : Nielsen, Senses Fail | |
| It' s 4 am and we will stalk again | |
| The princess and your better queen. | |
| On the fourth day of july | |
| Deep in summer' s eye, | |
| Naked like the truth should always be. | |
| So speak your mind. | |
| Don' t folow, with your foot | |
| All this pain here. | |
| All comes from, your trial | |
| I won' t listen. | |
| Your memory, is bleeding | |
| My lies are faced with blue. | |
| Coming straight from off the wires | |
| Southern face and drunken father | |
| Crying as shes carving in her flesh | |
| It' s 4 am and we will stalk again | |
| The princess and your better queen. | |
| On the fourth day of july | |
| Deep in summer' s eye, | |
| Naked like the truth should always be. | |
| This falls on | |
| All palm trees, and trash heaps | |
| This burning bed | |
| Where my eyes, will not sleep | |
| Watching romance from a far, | |
| See bleeding from the glass on my feet | |
| Learning I love the smell of flesh. | |
| It' s 4 am and we will stalk again | |
| The princess and your better queen. | |
| On the fourth day of july | |
| Deep in summer' s eye, | |
| Naked like the truth should always be. | |
| An angel, on his two knees. | |
| Arms stretched, toward a red sea | |
| Of violence, and assultry done. | |
| The scenic, view of carnage | |
| Caused by, the sore in his hands | |
| The beauty resonates in birth. | |
| Its plain to see, the wind beneath the trees. | |
| Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet. | |
| But in this place, im choked by my own air. | |
| I love the taste, of your blackened lips. | |
| It' s 4 am and we will stalk again | |
| The princess and your better queen. | |
| On the fourth day of july | |
| Deep in summer' s eye, | |
| Naked like the truth should always be. |
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