Born Ruffians - Working Together Lyrics
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Working Together
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What Are The Lyrics For Working Together By Born Ruffians?
Break time come and gone
I feel a trumpet, a swan Did the world forget you? Now you would be one or two Hey, well I can see you sometimes If I squint with my mind Oh, it just wasn't your time No, it just wasn't your time Time broke, slipped and was gone Yeah, then I realized far beyond Oh as far as I can tell now It's a magician's spell Oh, say We're working together Love comes to whoever wants it All good things are free Wave to nobody, yeah Strangers see through the door Strangers peek when you ignore Strangers feel something more Something more (Yeah) We're working together Love comes to whoever wants it All good things are free Wave to nobody We're working together Love comes to whoever wants it All good things are free (yeah) Wave to nobody We're working together Love comes to whoever wants it All good things are free Wave to nobody (yeah, oh yeah) e're working together Love comes to whoever wants it All good things are free (I said) have to nobody We're working together Love comes to whoever wants it All good things are free Wave to nobody We're working together Love comes to whoever |
Who Wrote Working Together By Born Ruffians?
Mitchell Derosier, Luke Michael Charles Lalonde, Steven Paul Hamelin
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What's The Duration Of The Working Together By Born Ruffians?The duration of Working Together is 4:32 minutes and seconds. |
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