Frank Turner - Good & Gone Lyrics
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Good & Gone
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What Are The Lyrics For Good & Gone By Frank Turner?
I have searched for you
In the darkness of a dozen dingy dance halls In countless queues in cafes in the suburbs In the bed clothes of a thousand stranger's bedrooms I have yearned for you In the airless hubs of international airports In the hollow hell of many hundred hotels In the solitary stillness of the early hours I still do Sometimes the things you need are right back where you started from So f*ck you Hollywood For teaching us that love was free and easy For dressing all our daughters as princesses For gulling us with tales of happy endings And f*ck you, Mötley Crüe For charming us with access and with excess For telling tales that leave out all the dark sides For bringing out the lowest drive in everyone Oh, f*ck you Sometimes the things you need are right back where you started from Sometimes the things you need, they hang around a little while Then they're good and gone If I could just have a second try I'd take the second call you made that night Find myself an airport, find a credit card, find a flight, or something And head back to the start Sometimes the things I need are right back where I started from Sometimes the things I need, they hang around a little while Then they're good and gone Yes, they're good and gone |
Who Wrote Good & Gone By Frank Turner?
Frank Turner
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What's The Duration Of The Good & Gone By Frank Turner?The duration of Good & Gone is 3:50 minutes and seconds. |
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