Fickle Friends - Brooklyn Lyrics
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Brooklyn
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What Are The Lyrics For Brooklyn By Fickle Friends?
I wake up with worry
Nothing fills me up He follows me daily He knows how to love No true end inside me I won't ever say it enough You're a Brooklyn baby You know how to love I know what can rule me Sink me with the sand Oh, I can be the warden And I will never crave it I won't ever say it enough You're a Brooklyn baby You know how to love You are someone else There's something I can't define You are not mine You are someone You are someone else Worrying in my head That's what she said You are someone else You, you are not my You are like the honey I am not allowed Oh, I won't go without Show me in a movie You can tell me what you're about Oh, I'm in Brooklyn baby I'm a long way out You are someone else There's something I can't define You are not mine You are someone You are someone else Worrying in my head That's what she said You are someone else You, you are not my You are someone else Swear I go Does he know That we're different, I You, you are not my And I still say Each new day I got this one You, you are not my, you are not my You, you are not my You are someone else There's something I can't define You are not mine You are someone You are someone else Worrying in my head That's what she said You are someone else You, you, you are not my You are someone else You, you, you are not my You are someone else |
Who Wrote Brooklyn By Fickle Friends?
Chris Hall, Jack Wilson, Jack Trebor Herrington, Michael Seamus Crossey, Natassja Lucy Ellen Shiner, Sam Morris
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