Dan Hill - Perfect Love Lyrics
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Perfect Love
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What Are The Lyrics For Perfect Love By Dan Hill?
How can I tell you how I feel inside
Will the truth throw you away Sometimes I look into your eyes and start to cry 'Cause we come so close, then we back away Are we so afraid to surrender all We come so close to perfect love What in the world are we so frightened of Why can't we gamble on desire? Let the spark of love finally catch fire So close to perfect love You and I always walk a slender line Of what is false and what is real We're not as fragile As we sometimes like to feel We can spend our lives running all the time Or we can make a stand together We come so close to perfect love What in the world are we so frightened of Why can't we gamble on desire? Let the spark of love finally catch fire So close to perfect love You can take off those white gloves I know what you're dreaming of You and I are running out of alibi's Let the spark of love finally catch fire We come so close to perfect love What in the world are we so frightened of Why can't we gamble on desire? Let the spark of love finally catch fire So close to perfect love So close, baby So close to perfect love So close, we come so close We come so close, baby We come so close to perfect love Oh, what are we frightened of So close, we come so close We come so close to perfect love |
Who Wrote Perfect Love By Dan Hill?
Barry Mann, Daniel Grafton Hill, Scott Cutler
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What's The Duration Of The Perfect Love By Dan Hill?The duration of Perfect Love is 4:49 minutes and seconds. |
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