Ace of Base - Da Capo Lyrics
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Da Capo
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What Are The Lyrics For Da Capo By Ace of Base?
Da capo
Da capo You're living in a dreamer's dream Da da capo One level ahead I'm calling to you But touch you I cannot do To tell you I can't I'm drawing the line To greetings to understand You will find me waiting out in the dark I'm your everlasting property You're the one I'm living for And feed all the time Da da capo Once again I'm telling you I am your friend But you can't hear me in your dream You're living in a dreamer's dream Da da capo Gone with the wind I am not And I visit you too a lot Passing the gridlock Is a hard thing to do I'm longing to see The offspring of me To hold it with my bare hands So talk about me as you used to do I'm with you from time to time You will find me waiting out in the dark I'm your everlasting property You're the one I'm living for And feed all the time With your deeds all the time Da da capo Once again I'm telling you I am your friend But you can't hear me in your dream You're living in a dreamer's dream Da da capo Gone with the wind I am not And I visit you too a lot Passing the gridlock Is a hard thing to do Da da capo Once again (woo hoo yeah) I'm telling you I am your friend But you can't hear me in your dream You're living in a dreamer's dream Once again (woo hoo yeah) I'm telling you I am your friend But you can't hear me in your dream You're living in a dreamer's dream Da da capo Gone with the wind I am not And I visit you too a lot Passing the gridlock Is a hard thing to do Da da capo |
Who Wrote Da Capo By Ace of Base?
Jonas Petter Berggren
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