Giada - Bringing You Down Lyrics
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Bringing You Down
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What Are The Lyrics For Bringing You Down By Giada?
I kind of know your heavy load,
Don't think about it I think you bought it all yeah In your pillow, there you bare it yeah I have seen you at the door Hello! why are you shy? I've got it, hello! I wanna pry! Getting a bit trapped, Breaking down yeah Hey, you know what I have done? Silence I'd got to pray about it Let me show you Know I pray you've got it Ah, ah, yeeeh! Let everybody stop Bringing you down, down Bringing you down bringing you down, Down bringing you down, Low, yeah You gotta know a lot of people They fall in 'trying' yeah They are a catalogue This is what they really know Yeah, yeah, I don't lie! Hello, why are you shy? I've got it, hello! I wanna pry! Getting a bit trapped, Breaking down yeah Hey you know what I've done? Silence I've got to pray about it Let me show you, Know I pray you got it Ah, ah, yeeeh Let everybody stop Bringing you down down Bringing you down Bringing you down down Bringing you down Bringing you down down Bringing you down Bringing you down down Bringing you down Low, yeah See! You finally let me try See! You finally let me try See! You finally let me try Bringing you down down Bringing you down Bringing you down down Bringing you down Bringing you down down Bringing you down Bringing you down down Bringing you down Low, |
Who Wrote Bringing You Down By Giada?
Giada Agasucci, Marco Canigiula, Rossella Caruso
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What's The Duration Of The Bringing You Down By Giada?The duration of Bringing You Down is 3:15 minutes and seconds. |
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