Bridgette Bryant - Separate Lives [Live] Lyrics

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Separate Lives [Live]
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Separate Lives [Live] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Separate Lives [Live] By Bridgette Bryant?
You called me from the room in your hotel
All full of romance for someone that you met And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon And that you miss me sometimes when you're alone in your room Do I feel lonely too? You have no right to ask me how I feel You have no right to speak to me so kind I can't go on just holding on to time Now that we're living (living) separate lives Well I held on to let you go And if you lost your love for me, well you never let it show (never let it show) There was no way to compromise So now we're living (living) Separate lives Ooh, it's so typical, love leads to isolation So you build that wall (build that wall) Yes, you build that wall (build that wall) And you make it stronger Well you have no right to ask me how I feel You have no right to speak to me so kind Some day I might (I might) find myself looking in your eyes But for now, we'll go on living separate lives Yes for now, we'll go on living separate lives Ah, separate lives |
Who Wrote Separate Lives [Live] By Bridgette Bryant?
John Desaultes, Karen Lawrence
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What's The Duration Of The Separate Lives [Live] By Bridgette Bryant?The duration of Separate Lives [Live] is 5:15 minutes and seconds. |
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