Alison Moyet Lyrics
Alison Moyet Lyrics
"Is This Love? Lyrics"
Life Of A Rebel Lyrics
you wanna get away but not too far hanging around, just playing guitar i miss the simpler days of an innocent life i'm finding myself always wishing on a
you wanna get away but not too far hanging around, just playing guitar i miss the simpler days of an innocent life i'm finding myself always wishing on a
In a fleeting moment, of a restless day
Driven to distraction, I was captured by the game
I have often wondered why I ever wanted to
Leave these scattered hours behind me
And speed myself to you.
I choose never to forget,
I want our lips to kiss and our limbs to entwine
Let our bodies be twisted but n
Born To Run Lyrics
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on
ever our mindsIn the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on
Is this Love?, Is this Love?, Is this Love?, Is this Love?
Set to work idle hands shake these thoughts
Had I planned them they never would be teasing me
As viciously as these
I would not have believed you, had I never seen
Now you and I are intimately pictured in my dreams
I could not fo
Keep Singing Lyrics
Another rainy day I can't recall having sunshine on my face All I feel is pain All I wanna do is walk out of this place But when I am stuck and I can
sake you all for tumbling awayAnother rainy day I can't recall having sunshine on my face All I feel is pain All I wanna do is walk out of this place But when I am stuck and I can
And If I live in wonderland I'm better off this way
I choose never to forget
I want our lips to kiss and our limbs to entwine
Let our bodies be twisted but never our minds
Is this Love? Is this Love?, Is this Love?, Is this Love?
Set to work idle hands shake these thoughts
Advice is cheap you can take it from me It's yours to keep 'cause opinions are free Nobody knows about the trouble I've seen Nobody's perfect, mister, no
As viciously as these
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Is this Love? Is this Love?, Is this Love?, Is this Love?
Set to work idle hands shake these thoughts
Had I planned them they never would be teasing me
As viciously as these
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