Buck Cherry - Everything Lyrics
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Everything
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What Are The Lyrics For Everything By Buck Cherry?
Buried way beneath the sheets
I think she's havin' a meltdown Finding it hard to fall asleep She won't let anyone help her The look on her face A waste of time She won't let go Gonna roll the dice Losin' her grace Starts to cry I feel her pain When I look in her I wanna be I want everything I want everything Somewhere she is on the streets Trying to make things better Praying to God and breathin' deep Gotta break this long obsession The look on her face A waste of time She won't let go Gonna roll the dice Losin' her grace Starts to cry I feel her pain When I look in her I wanna be I want everything I want everything I wanna be I want everything I want everything If I had everything would I Still want to be alive Or want to be high If I had everything would I Still want to be alive Or want to be high Now and then she talks to me And sometimes writes me letters The look on her face A waste of time She won't let go Gonna roll the dice Losin' her grace Starts to cry I feel her pain When I look in her I wanna be I want everything I want everything You know, I, I wanna be Yeah I want everything I wanted everything Everything Your eyes Never close your eyes And open up your mind And baby, you could have everything Everything Your eyes Never close your eyes And open up your mind And baby, you could have everything |
Who Wrote Everything By Buck Cherry?
Marc Nelson
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What's The Duration Of The Everything By Buck Cherry?The duration of Everything is 4:32 minutes and seconds. |
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