BORNS - American Money Lyrics
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American Money
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What Are The Lyrics For American Money By BORNS?
I was there when you fell from the clouds
And landed in the desert There was a thunder inside of my heart There was a wonderful pleasure And like a stallion racing the rain You rode on the back of my bike I knew from the song that you sang You were my lover for life Oh, there's no time to sleep Oh, living in a dream So take me to the paradise It's in your eyes Green like american money You taste just right Sweet like Tennessee honey And we can run away Swimming in the sunlight everyday Paradise, it's in your eyes Green like american money So we took to the Calico road Running from the weather There was a highway inside of her eyes There was a buried treasure And we got caught in the storm You started flying a kite At the end was the key to my heart You were my lover for life Oh, there's no time to sleep Oh, living in a dream So take me to the paradise It's in your eyes Green like american money You taste just right Sweet like Tennessee honey And we can run away Swimming in the sunlight everyday Paradise, it's in your eyes Green like american money We carved our love in the mountainside We soaked our hearts in the rain And I, waited my whole life, for you So take me to the paradise It's in your eyes Green like american money You taste just right Sweet like Tennessee honey And we can run away Swimming in the sunlight everyday Paradise, it's in your eyes Green like american money |
Who Wrote American Money By BORNS?
Aimee Cavanagh, Garrett Borns, Genevieve Bufalino, Irena Lysiuk, Thomas James Schleiter
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What's The Duration Of The American Money By BORNS?The duration of American Money is 3:44 minutes and seconds. |
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