Frank Turner - Better Half Lyrics
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Better Half
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What Are The Lyrics For Better Half By Frank Turner?
Oh my friend loneliness, where have you been?
You left to the lure of the lover who left me alone But now you come crawling back, and I'll let you in And we'll slip back into grooves that we cut in ourselves long ago But there must be a better half, somewhere out there She lives a better life, a life that shares Shares with a better man The man who is there when she calls in the night Who says "Hey, it's alright" And oh my dear distance, I've met you before Longing for a lover who's lost on a far distant shore And oh my imperfections, are all that remain And the days when I'd love you and I'd leave you, and you'd wish that I would stay There must be a better half, somewhere out there She lives a better life, a life that shares Shares with a better man The man who is there when she calls in the night Who says "Hey, it's alright" I know what she looks like, her face and skin, her smell and the rest I know the feel of her soul, but God help me I just cannot find her address I've how I've tried but now all that's left Is my old friend distance and sweet loneliness There must be a better half, somewhere out there She lives a better life, a life that shares Shares with a better man The man who is there when she calls in the night Who says "Hey, it's alright" "Hey, it's alright" "Hey, it's alright" |
Who Wrote Better Half By Frank Turner?
Francis Edward Turner
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What's The Duration Of The Better Half By Frank Turner?The duration of Better Half is 5:02 minutes and seconds. |
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