3LW - One More Time Lyrics
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One More Time
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What Are The Lyrics For One More Time By 3LW?
Lullabies, butterflies
Sad goodbies, make me cry Oh my They all remind me of you In the trees, autumn leaves Birdies tweet when you look at me They sing a song about you Even the clouds could see it's over They could feel my hurt inside And when the sun comes out tomorrow Will I feel alright Come back to me, dry my tears for me Want you to hold me one more time Take my only, be my only Come back for me one more time Teddy bears, rocking chairs It's not fair for both of us not there To share these treasures with me Reflection shows that I'm alone On my own waiting by the phone But I know you won't call for me Even the clouds could see it's over They could feel my hurt inside When the sun comes out tomorrow Will I feel alright Come back to me, dry my tears for me Want you to hold me one more time Take my only, be my only Come back for me one more time Even the clouds could see it's over They can feel my hurt inside When the sun comes out tomorrow Will I feel alright Come back to me, dry my tears for me Want you to hold me one more time Take my only, be my only Come back for me one more time Come back to me, dry my tears for me Want you to hold me one more time Take my only, be my only Come back for me one more time One more time One more time One more time One more time time time Time One more time |
Who Wrote One More Time By 3LW?
Shaunna R Bolton, Alfred Jackson, Jason Robinson, Jonathan Robinson
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What's The Duration Of The One More Time By 3LW?The duration of One More Time is 3:30 minutes and seconds. |
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