Civil Twilight - Run Dry Lyrics
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Run Dry
Run Dry Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Run Dry By Civil Twilight?
I got up and dusted off my running shoes
To see how far I could run away I got up the hill and came down back again And I blamed it all on you The foolish things I do. I tried to leave you But I don't know how I try to give you up a thousand times I told myself all kinds of foolish lies But it's your love, that won't run dry. I have looked down all those drinking wells In some of them I accidentally fell But when I hit the bottom All I came up with was a dry and empty shell. I tried to leave you But I don't know how I try to give you up a thousand times I told myself all kinds of foolish lies But it's your love, that won't run dry. I gave it in I gave it all I just don't know anymore I can't take this I just don't know anymore I tried to leave you But I don't know how I try to give you up a thousand times Ooh, I tell myself all kinds of foolish lies Oh, but it's your love, it's your love, that won't run dry. I tried to leave you But I don't know how, oh I try to give you up a thousand times Yes, I told myself all kinds of foolish lies Oh, but it's your love, it's your love, that won't run dry Oh, it just won't run, it just won't run, dry, oh. Ooh! |
Who Wrote Run Dry By Civil Twilight?
Andrew Mckellar, Richard Wouters, Steve Mckellar
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What's The Duration Of The Run Dry By Civil Twilight?The duration of Run Dry is 4:17 minutes and seconds. |
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