Franz Ferdinand - L. Wells Lyrics
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L. Wells
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What Are The Lyrics For L. Wells By Franz Ferdinand?
Great Western Wind catches in your Celtic hair
Flicks it round your face like flames around the sun In the bright cold air you seem as innocent and fair As Rita Tushingham in 1961 Well, Lindsey Wells How I wish that I could feel so good I wish that I could be as good as you Well, Lindsey Wells How I wish that I could feel the good Beyond the poison in us like you do LP records in your little hands Put them on your little dansette for a dance All those men sing you'll never walk alone But you'll never let them break your little heart Well, Lindsey Wells How I wish that I could feel so good I wish that I could be as good as you Well, Lindsey Wells How I wish that I could feel the good Beyond the poison in us like you do If you have some sort of secret If you need someone to tell You can tell me Because my memory Always fails I will forget And your secret Will remain Yes the secret The secret Will remain Well, Lindsey Wells How I wish that I could feel so good I wish that I could be as good as you Well, Lindsey Wells How I wish that I could feel the good Beyond the poison in us like you do |
Who Wrote L. Wells By Franz Ferdinand?
Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Nicholas John Mccarthy, Paul Robert Thompson, Robert Hardy
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What's The Duration Of The L. Wells By Franz Ferdinand?The duration of L. Wells is 3:31 minutes and seconds. |
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