Amy MacDonald - Troubled Soul Lyrics
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Troubled Soul
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What Are The Lyrics For Troubled Soul By Amy MacDonald?
Oh the sun may shine through your window on a summer's day
Doesn't change your heavy heart skips a beat each day You get a temporary high as your watch life pass you by Every single day you want to cry Can we wish the tears a fond goodbye Aching heart, troubled soul I wanna tell you something wanted you to know Look at these eyes, look at this smile They're gonna stay around here, for a while Aching heart, troubled soul I wanna tell you something wanted you to know Look at there eyes, look at this smile They're gonna stay around here, for a while Oh the rain may pour and it may fall But still I'll always hear you call I'll be waiting, waiting for you Oh you're eyes so blue your smile so wide I think about you everyday and every night I'll be waiting, waiting for you Aching heart, troubled soul I wanna tell you something wanted you to know Look at there eyes, look at this smile They're gonna stay around here, for a while Aching heart, troubled soul I wanna tell you something wanted you to know Look at there eyes, look at this smile They're gonna stay around here, for a while Aching heart, troubled soul I wanna tell you something wanted you to know Look at there eyes, look at this smile They're gonna stay around here, for a while |
Who Wrote Troubled Soul By Amy MacDonald?
Amy Elizabeth Macdonald
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What's The Duration Of The Troubled Soul By Amy MacDonald?The duration of Troubled Soul is 4:47 minutes and seconds. |
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