Texty

This is not a healing song We don't have to get along We've been blind in a wonderland This is not a healing song This is not a healing place This is something we erase We've been chased by the tide and the waves No ending to this race But now I chose to hide the key To my wicked fantasies that's a part of me You're lying in a bed with me But all I want to see is wicked fantasies Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked fantasies Wicked, wicked, wicked fantasies, wicked, wicked, wicked fantasies This is not a healing room No sun to see us bloom Within cold and uncomfortable sheets In a lonely hotel room This is not a healing drink Doesn't help at all to think But without it you don't feel a thing So I pour another drink But now I chose to hide the key To my wicked fantasies that's a part of me You're lying in a bed with me But all I want to see is wicked fantasies It's not a healing song you hear It's the cold hard truth It's a storm you feel My wicked fantasies, my dear Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked fantasies Wicked, wicked, wicked fantasies, wicked, wicked, wicked fantasies This is not a healing love It's poison in my blood We're the loneliest lovers around No, we carry hearts alone
Writer(s): Linnea Martinsson, Simon Karl August Stromstedt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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