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Full Of Hell The White Mare Lyrics
Total views: 1 time this week / Rating: 6/10 [3 votes]Album: Roots Of Earth Are Consuming My Home / Original Release Date: 2011-08-26Genre: RockSong Duration: 1 min 50 sec
FULL OF HELL
- The White Mare Lyrics / with translationsThe head bows and breaks,
leading me in dark circles.
There was an opus we used to sing,
of which my maladroit throat can no longer bring.
The white mare. She follows me still.
The head bows and breaks.
The pain comes deep. f*ck the pain right back.
Leading me in dark circles forever.
leading me in dark circles.
There was an opus we used to sing,
of which my maladroit throat can no longer bring.
The white mare. She follows me still.
The pain comes deep. f*ck the pain right back.
Leading me in dark circles forever.
Facts about The White Mare
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The White Mare is written by Walker Dylan Collingsworth.
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It is first released on August 26, 2011 as part of Full Of Hell's album "Roots Of Earth Are Consuming My Home" which includes 11 tracks in total. This song is the 4th track on this album.
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The White Mare falls under the genre Rock.
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The White Mare song length is 1 minutes and 50 seconds.
Who wrote The White Mare lyrics?
The White Mare is written by Walker Dylan Collingsworth.
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When was The White Mare released?
It is first released on August 26, 2011 as part of Full Of Hell's album "Roots Of Earth Are Consuming My Home" which includes 11 tracks in total. This song is the 4th track on this album.
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Which genre is The White Mare?
The White Mare falls under the genre Rock.
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How long is the song The White Mare?
The White Mare song length is 1 minutes and 50 seconds.
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these lyrics are submitted by kaanSongwriter(s): WALKER DYLAN COLLINGSWORTH
Record Label(s): 2011 A389 Recordings
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Meaning to "The White Mare" song lyrics
The White Mare
Full Of Hell
Full Of Hell
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