Clem Snide - I Love the Unknown Lyrics
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I Love the Unknown
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What Are The Lyrics For I Love the Unknown By Clem Snide?
She asked him
"Why can we not be together? Why is it we have to part? Why did you leave with a stranger When I am revealing my heart?" Because I love the unknown I love the unknown He said he loves the unknown Because I love the unknown I love the unknown He said he loves the unknown They asked him "Hey, where's this bus going?" And he said, "well, I'm really not sure" "Well then how will you know where to get off?" And he said, "the place with the most allure" Because I love the unknown I love the unknown He said he loves the unknown Because I love the unknown 'Cause I love the unknown He said he loves the unknown And then his father got him a job And it paid well But every day it felt the same Well, his father was really heartbroken When he quit and changed his last name Because I love the unknown I love the unknown He said he loves the unknown Because I love the unknown I love the unknown He said he loves the unknown (hey) The doctor asked him what he was afraid of Just what was he running from? And he said, "it's not a fear of success, nor of closeness But of going through life feeling numb" That's why I love the unknown Love the unknown He said he loves the unknown That's why I love the unknown I love the unknown He said he loves the unknown Because I love the unknown I love the unknown He said he loves the unknown Because I love the unknown I love the unknown He said he loves the unknown |
Who Wrote I Love the Unknown By Clem Snide?
Eef Barzelay
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