Alex Clare - Relax My Beloved Lyrics
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Relax My Beloved
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What Are The Lyrics For Relax My Beloved By Alex Clare?
Relax my beloved, don't worry for me
Don't shed a tear for me always be near for me Be comforted my love don't bow you head for me Promise you'll smile for me don't ever cry for me You know these walls they may fall down But I'll still hold on to you At heights higher than you'd imagine me too Then maybe again we would weep like we've done a thousand times before Don't turn your back on me, or shout as you walk out the door Be still my heart, I'm only a moment away In the next room or at the break of day And I would walk, once again to see your face again And I'd hear every word you'd have to say Then maybe again we would weep like we've done a thousand times before Don't turn your back on me, or shout as you walk out the door, no no no Then maybe again we would weep like we've done a thousand times before Don't turn your back on me, or shout as you walk out the door, no no no Then maybe again we would weep like we've done a thousand times before Don't turn your back on me, or shout as you walk out the door, Then maybe again we would weep like we've done a thousand times before Don't turn your back on me, or shout as you walk out the door, no no n |
Who Wrote Relax My Beloved By Alex Clare?
Thomas Wesley Pentz, Alexander George Claire, Ariel Zivi Rechtshaid, David James Andrew Taylor
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What's The Duration Of The Relax My Beloved By Alex Clare?The duration of Relax My Beloved is 3:31 minutes and seconds. |
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