Gideon Glick - My Junk Lyrics

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My Junk

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What Are The Lyrics For My Junk By Gideon Glick?
In the midst of this nothing, this miss of a life
Still, there's this one thing: just to see you go by It's almost like lovin', sad as that is May not be cool, but it's so where I live It's like I'm your lover, or more like your ghost— I spend the day wonderin' what you do, where you go THEA I try and just kick it, but then what can I do? We've all got our junk, and my junk is you See us winter walkin' after a storm It's chill in the wind, but it's warm in your arms We stop, all snow-blind, may not be true We've all got our junk, and my junk is you Well you'll have to excuse me, I know it's so off I love when you do stuff that's rude and so wrong I go up to my room, turn the stereo on Shoot up some you, and the "you" is some song (I lie back) I lie back, just driftin' (Driftin') And play out these scenes (These scenes) I ride on the rush (The rush) All the hopes, all the dreams (The dreams) I may be neglectin' the things I should do We've all got our junk, and my junk is you See, we still keep talkin' after you're gone You're still with me then, feels so good in my arms They say you go blind, maybe it's true We've all got our junk, and my junk is you Oh, it's like we stop time, what can I do? We've all got our junk, and my junk is you My junk is you You, you, you |
Who Wrote My Junk By Gideon Glick?
Steven Sater, Duncan Sheik
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What's The Duration Of The My Junk By Gideon Glick?The duration of My Junk is 2:26 minutes and seconds. |
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