Danny Wilde - Bitter Moon Lyrics
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Bitter Moon
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What Are The Lyrics For Bitter Moon By Danny Wilde?
Well, if you're tellin' me you want my soul
Babe, ya know you've got it And if you're tellin' me you gotta go Well, I can work around it But when the moon is on the rise You know I just can't help it, oh, no Oh, my foolish heart won't let you go I wish there was a way I could live without it, uh, huh Now if you want a hand to hold Babe, ya know I got it And if you want a love that won't grow old, I got it Well, I could love you till the day I die Babe, if you'll just let me But like a ship that sails into the storm I come back home all tired and torn I'm fallin', I'm fallin' I fell in love under a bitter moon I'm fallin', I'm fallin' now Your kiss is like salt in my wound Well, I would give you everything I have Babe, but you don't want it And every time I think I'm getting closer I'm so far from it And I keep comin' back to you Just like a nasty habit, oh, yeh You let me hang around a little bit Now and again but you won't let me in I'm fallin', I'm fallin' I fell in love under a bitter moon I'm fallin', I'm fallin' now Your kiss is like salt in my wound And I could run so far away That you would never find me, find me But there's a chain around my heart that's forever binding Whoah, yeh, ain't that true |
Who Wrote Bitter Moon By Danny Wilde?
Danny C. Wilde
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What's The Duration Of The Bitter Moon By Danny Wilde?The duration of Bitter Moon is 4:20 minutes and seconds. |
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