America - Fallin' Off the World Lyrics
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Fallin' Off the World
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What Are The Lyrics For Fallin' Off the World By America?
Written by dewey bunnell and bill mumy, ©1984
Found on perspective. Each time I call you I feel my heart beat I want to be there walkin' up your street It doesn't matter how far I travel Crossin' the ocean, the golden gravel I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you (do you believe) I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you Tomorrow's headline, read all about it They caught the big one and I don't doubt it Across the country they're paintin' stories About our failures, about our glories I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you (do you believe) I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you All of those screams of each other must share in the fight Nobody knows where their clear spirit goes in the night Out of the country it seems so easy To keep believin' our dream of fiji Your image lingers, a faded picture Your past erased by untold elixir I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you (do you believe) I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you All of those screams of each other must share in the fight Nobody knows where their clear spirit goes in the night I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you (do you believe) I'm fallin' off the world |
Who Wrote Fallin' Off the World By America?
Bill Mumy, Dewey Bunnell
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What's The Duration Of The Fallin' Off the World By America?The duration of Fallin' Off the World is 3:31 minutes and seconds. |
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