Brooklyn - The Weekend Lyrics

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The Weekend

The Weekend Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Weekend By Brooklyn?
You sheltered me from harm.
You kept me warm You kept me warm And you gave my life to me You set me free, You set me free The finest years I ever knew Were all the years I had with you I would give everything I own, I'd give up my life, my heart, my home. And I would give everything I own, Just to have you back again. You taught me how to laugh, What a time What a time You never said too much, But still you showed you cared, And I knew from watching you. And nobody else could ever know The part of me that can't let go. I would give everything I own, I'd give up my life, my heart, my home. And I would give everything I own, Just to have you back again. Is there someone you know, Loving them so, You're taking them all for granted. You may lose them one day, Someone takes them away, And they don't hear the words You long to say Give up my life, give up my heart Everything I own [Repeat] You know baby, my love for you will Always stay true. That's right. 'Cause There is no me without you. (And I would give everything) Everything I own Nobody can love you, love you Love you, love you like I do I would give everything I own, I'd give up my life, my heart, my home. And I would give everything I own, Just to have you back again. Just to have you back again. |
Who Wrote The Weekend By Brooklyn?
Becky Foster, Bill Labounty
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What's The Duration Of The The Weekend By Brooklyn?The duration of The Weekend is 3:05 minutes and seconds. |
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