Darlia - Dear Diary Lyrics
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Dear Diary
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What Are The Lyrics For Dear Diary By Darlia?
As a habit, I stare into the sky afraid of what I might miss
It's weird isn't it? How it is? And I swear, the gap looked so much smaller before I leapt It happened again I can be your pretty little dear diary You can tell me all your secrets I'm being honest when I promise that I'll never say a thing You can tell me all your regrets I can be your pretty little dear diary You can tell me all your secrets I'm being honest when I promise that I'll never say a thing You can tell me all your regrets Just so you know, yeah the amount you try to like is the amount of which you don't I was hoping you won't, anyway I don't care, yeah I'm hanging round down and out in Albion I'll be on my way. I can be your pretty little dear diary You can tell me all your secrets I'm being honest when I promise that I'll never say a thing You can tell me all your regrets I can be your pretty little dear diary You can tell me all your secrets I'm being honest when I promise that I'll never say a thing You can tell me all your regrets I can be your pretty little dear diary You can tell me all your secrets I'm being honest when I promise that I'll never say a thing You can tell me all your regrets I can be your pretty little dear diary You can tell me all your secrets I'm being honest when I promise that I'll never say a thing You can tell me all your regrets |
Who Wrote Dear Diary By Darlia?
Nathanael James Miles Day
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What's The Duration Of The Dear Diary By Darlia?The duration of Dear Diary is 3:02 minutes and seconds. |
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