BoDeans - Pick Up the Pieces Lyrics
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Pick Up the Pieces
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What Are The Lyrics For Pick Up the Pieces By BoDeans?
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Where to run baby, where to hide? Caught in the rain on the losin' side All you wanted was some kind of friend All you got was some heartache instead Whoa, whoo, my little angel Pick up the pieces, baby, start it again Whoa, whoo, my little angel Pick up the pieces, baby, start it again Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Well, it's true, baby, what they say Fools are fallin', fade away, yea Losin' love in a passing wind and Don't know why it's so hard to win Whoa, whoo, my little angel Pick up the pieces baby, start it again Whoa, whoo, my little angel Pick up the pieces baby, start it again Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh Love's slippin' away Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh Love's slippin' away Where to run baby, where to hide? Caught in the rain on the losin' side All you wanted was some kind of friend All you got was some heartache instead Whoa, whoo, my little angel Pick up the pieces baby, start it again and Whoa, whoo, my little angel Pick up the pieces baby, start it again Whoa, whoo, my little angel Pick up the pieces baby, start it again and Whoa, whoo, my little angel Pick up the pieces baby, start it again Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh |
Who Wrote Pick Up the Pieces By BoDeans?
Gene Griffin, Curtis Harmon, James Kowan Lloyd, Preston Middleton
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What's The Duration Of The Pick Up the Pieces By BoDeans?The duration of Pick Up the Pieces is 3:24 minutes and seconds. |
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