Gary Portnoy - Young Again Lyrics
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Young Again
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What Are The Lyrics For Young Again By Gary Portnoy?
I wanna dance til the sun comes up
I wanna hold you all night long I wanna love you til the stars fall down And the band runs out of songs I wanna feel your lips on mine I wanna touch you everywhere I wanna hold you way too close Make everybody stare I don't care We're never gonna be this young again Love will never be this new Baby this is where it all began When I fell in love with you Some day so many years from now We'll both remember when We were wild and free Like the wind and sea But we'll never be this young again I wanna go too far too fast I wanna push the envelope I wanna see the sun color the sky With a brilliant ray of hope And I wanna stand on the brink of love And feel us both fall in it So fast, so deep, so warm, so sweet With you there's just no limit We're never gonna be this young again Love will never be this new Baby this is where it all began When I fell in love with you Some day so many years from now We'll both remember when We were wild and free Like the wind and sea But we'll never be this young again And there's never been a night like this I wanna seal it with a kiss And a hundred million promises Some day so many years from now We'll both remember when We were wild and free Like the wind and sea But we'll never, we'll never be this young again I wanna dance til the sun comes up |
Who Wrote Young Again By Gary Portnoy?
Gloria Nissenson, Gary Portnoy
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What's The Duration Of The Young Again By Gary Portnoy?The duration of Young Again is 4:03 minutes and seconds. |
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