Francesca Battistelli - This is the Stuff Lyrics
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This is the Stuff
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What Are The Lyrics For This is the Stuff By Francesca Battistelli?
I lost my keys in the great unknown
And call me please 'cause I can't find my phone This is the stuff that drives me crazy This is the stuff that's getting to me lately In the middle of my little mess I forget how big I'm blessed This is the stuff that gets under my skin But I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing It might not be what I would choose But this is the stuff You use Forty-five in a thirty-five Sirens and fines while I'm running behind Whoa This is the stuff that drives me crazy This is the stuff that's getting to me lately In the middle of my little mess I forget how big I'm blessed This is the stuff that gets under my skin But I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing It might not be what I would choose But this is the stuff You use To break me of impatience Conquer my frustrations I've got a new appreciation It's not the end of the world Oh Oh Oh This is the stuff that drives me crazy This is the stuff Someone save me In the middle of my little mess I forget how big I'm blessed This is the stuff that gets under my skin And I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing It might not be what I would choose But this is the stuff You use Oh oh oh oh This is the stuff You use |
Who Wrote This is the Stuff By Francesca Battistelli?
Tony Wood, Ian Eskelin, Francesca Batestelli
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What's The Duration Of The This is the Stuff By Francesca Battistelli?The duration of This is the Stuff is 3:04 minutes and seconds. |
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