Brandon Rhyder - Again Lyrics
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Again
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What Are The Lyrics For Again By Brandon Rhyder?
The first night that we met I must confess
You drove me crazy with your innocence You knew, I was breaking all the rules I took you in my arms and then we kissed Beauty in your touch I can't resist You knew, that I would fall for you Like an eagle, moving in for the kill I lay down for you time and time again Any time, any place. You could call me and I'd come running I'd crawl a mile down in your shoes To have the chance to lay with you And do the things we shouldn't do again It's crazy how I let you jerk my chain I'm nothing but your puppet on a string You knew, you had me where you wanted me I cannot defend a thing you say Promises you bend and then you break You knew, I was the weaker of the two Like an eagle, moving in for the kill I lady down for you time and time again Any place, any time. You could call me and I'd come running I'd crawl a mile down in your shoes To have the chance to lay with you And do the things we shouldn't do again Any place, any time. You could call me and I'd come running I'd crawl a mile down in your shoes To have the chance to lay with you And do the things we shouldn't do again The first night that we met I must confess You drove me crazy with your innocence |
Who Wrote Again By Brandon Rhyder?
Darrell R Brown, Radney Foster
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What's The Duration Of The Again By Brandon Rhyder?The duration of Again is 3:39 minutes and seconds. |
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