When will I come down to earth my love?
When will you end this cruel curse my love?
This seems to be shaping up
Is the feeling just in my head?
I want my cellphone, in my own two hands
I'll call you without haste
It's my own flawed plan
I have the whole screen
Just for running my mouth
I can't be seen
In my own worst hell
Natural Death - Cellphone Lyrics
Natural Death - Cellphone Lyrics
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When will I come down to earth my love?
When will you end this cruel curse my love?
This seems to be shaping up
Is the feeling just in my head?
I want my cellphone, in my own two hands
I'll call you without haste
It's my own flawed plan
I have the whole screen
Just for running my mouth
I can't be seen
In my own worst hell
When will you end this cruel curse my love?
This seems to be shaping up
Is the feeling just in my head?
I want my cellphone, in my own two hands
I'll call you without haste
It's my own flawed plan
I have the whole screen
Just for running my mouth
I can't be seen
In my own worst hell
Writer: Jake Romine
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid