Frances - What Is Love? Lyrics
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What Is Love?
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What Are The Lyrics For What Is Love? By Frances?
Does anyone really know how to love?
Does anyone really feel what they dreamt of? Or is it all a puzzle maze But we never actually walk out the other side We go round and round and round Taking wrong times And clinging to the edges of ourselves What is this thing that we called love? What is this thing that I dreamt of? What is this thing that with such a rush? What is this thing that we called love? What is love? Oh, what is love? You think you felt it all But then it hits A comet from above Crashes into your lips And suddenly you find yourself Thinking of things you never thought of before And something in you changes You can't think of anything else Apart from the person that left a rose by your door What is this thing that we called love? What is this thing that I dreamt of? What is this thing that with such a rush? What is this thing that we called love? What is love? Oh, what is love? What is love? Oh, what is love? What is this thing that we called love? What is this thing that I dreamt of? What is this thing that with such a rush? What is this thing that we called love? What is this thing that we called love? What is this thing that we called love? |
Who Wrote What Is Love? By Frances?
Sophie Frances Cooke
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What's The Duration Of The What Is Love? By Frances?The duration of What Is Love? is 4:09 minutes and seconds. |
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