David Bowie - Thursday's Child [Edit] Lyrics
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Thursday's Child [Edit]
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What Are The Lyrics For Thursday's Child [Edit] By David Bowie?
All of my life I've tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had Nothing much happened all the same Something about me stood apart A whisper of hope that seemed to fail Maybe I'm born right out of my time Breaking my life in two Throw me tomorrow, oh oh Now that I really got a chance Throw me tomorrow, oh oh Everything's falling into place Throw me tomorrow, oh oh Seeing my past to let it go Throw me tomorrow, oh oh Only for you I don't regret And I was Thursday's child (oh oh) Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was Sometimes I cry my heart to sleep Nothing prepared me for your smile Lighting the darkness of my soul Innocence in your arms Throw me down, ah Throw me tomorrow, oh oh Now that I really got a chance Throw me tomorrow, oh oh Everything's falling into place Throw me tomorrow, oh oh Seeing my past to let it go Throw me tomorrow, oh oh Only for you I don't regret And I was Thursday's child Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was Thursday's child Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was Thursday's child (ah ah ah) Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was Ah ah ah, ah ah ah Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah |
Who Wrote Thursday's Child [Edit] By David Bowie?
David Bowie, Reeves Gabrels
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What's The Duration Of The Thursday's Child [Edit] By David Bowie?The duration of Thursday's Child [Edit] is 4:25 minutes and seconds. |
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