Casey Donovan - What's Going On Lyrics
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What's Going On
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What Are The Lyrics For What's Going On By Casey Donovan?
It's 3am, I start to cry
I'm alone again I try so hard not to fall in love But here I am And you couldn't even pretend Like you cared if this was the end [Chorus] All the things you said to me won't even matter Do what you want cause I'm not gonna see you baby what's going on We don't care, we don't fight We don't even know what wrong or right (Now Baby) What's going on what's going on? There nothing else I can say What can I do We might have worked out someday But it takes two And you couldn't even pretend Like you cared if this was the end [Chorus] All the things you said to me won't even matter Do what you want cause I'm not gonna see you baby what's going on We don't care, we don't fight We don't even know what wrong or right (Now Baby) what's going on what's going on? what's going on...All the things you said to me won't even matter.. And I couldn't even pretend That I cared if this was the end? [Chorus] All the things you said to me won't even matter Do what you want cause I'm not gonna see you baby what's going on We don't care, we don't fight We don't even know what wrong or right (Now Baby) what's going on What's going on? [Chorus] All the things you said to me won't even matter Do what you want cause I'm not gonna see you baby what's going on We don't care, we don't fight We don't even know what wrong or right (Now Baby) What's going on What's going on? |
Who Wrote What's Going On By Casey Donovan?
Alfred W Cleveland, Marvin P Gaye, Renaldo Benson
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