Gary Allan - One More Time Lyrics
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One More Time
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What Are The Lyrics For One More Time By Gary Allan?
What will I say?
Lookin' back upon this life Standin' there at the pearly gates To a golden street paradise Feelin' humble, no room up there for pride What will I say? Well, I know that I've Messed up more than a time or two I've lived like hell, I've done it well And I've got the scars to prove When I show up alone at heaven's door Will I be proud of what I've done Or will I be begging for One more time One more chance One more trip around the sun One more dance Another day To get it right Yeah, one more kiss One more touch Another song Another night Just one more time Just wanna make sure That I did it all right I just wanna make sure I loved and cared and gave with all my might 'Cause there'll be a moment Yeah, there always is When I won't get another day like this One more time One more chance One more trip around the sun One more dance Another day To get it right Yeah, one more kiss One more touch Another song Another night Just one more time One more time One more time One more time One more chance One more trip around the sun One more dance Another day To get it right Yeah, one more kiss One more touch Another song Another night Yeah, one more kiss One more touch Another song Another night Just one more time Just one more time One more time Let me go one more time |
Who Wrote One More Time By Gary Allan?
Gary Allan, Hillary Lee Lindsey, Joseph Matthew Warren
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What's The Duration Of The One More Time By Gary Allan?The duration of One More Time is 5:25 minutes and seconds. |
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