Don McLean - Isn't It Strange Lyrics
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Isn't It Strange
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What Are The Lyrics For Isn't It Strange By Don McLean?
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Isn't it strange how a man hides his feelings? Sometimes the one that he loves never knows. And isn't strange when she's finally leaving That it all starts to show when she goes. I passed my friend, he didn't look the way he did before I always knew he was a stronger man than me. I asked my friend if he needed any help from me. He said she's all I need, I know you know. I only wish I had told her long ago. [Chorus] I once found love, but never got beyond my selfish dreams. I took for granted that she'd be there every day. I closed her out, knowing she could never change he lovin' ways. Things fell apart and she got scared. I wonder if she knew how much I really cared. Isn't it strange how a man hides his feelings? Sometimes the one that he loves never knows. And isn't strange when she's finally leaving That it all starts to show when she goes, starts to go away. Yeah, isn't it strange when she's finally leaving That it all starts to show when she goes. You may find love, if you do you're fortunate. 'Cause that's the rarest thing in all the world you'll find. Someone who cares, who shares the good an bad of it. You just make sure she understands how much you care And wherever you may go she will be there. Isn't it strange how a man hides his feelings? Sometimes the one that he loves never knows. And isn't strange when she's finally leaving That it all starts to show when she goes, starts to go away. |
Who Wrote Isn't It Strange By Don McLean?
Don Mclean
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What's The Duration Of The Isn't It Strange By Don McLean?The duration of Isn't It Strange is 4:18 minutes and seconds. |
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