Glenn Lewis - This Love Lyrics
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This Love
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What Are The Lyrics For This Love By Glenn Lewis?
I have cried all night
Trying to make it better I recognize my pain Things are getting harder For us to be in this love And my tears wash away my smile And I'm drowning in my sorrow There's no hope for today I can't see my tomorrow 'Cause we are no longer in love This love, your love, my love It used to be our love This love, your love, my love It used to be our love, love, love I've been blazed all day Dreading confrontation I've waited until now For this conversation to take place That we're wasting time With this love, I'm trying to be nice Don't want you to be a hater We've had our beautiful sons So we gotta be one, sooner or later 'Cause we've got so much more, than this love This love, your love, my love It used to be our love This love, your love, my love It used to be our love, love, love Can we still be, can we still be friends? It will all end in tears if we decide To leave, but stay, I'm so confused I can't go on this way, I just can't go on, on this way This love, your love, my love It used to be our love This love, your love, our love It used to be our love, love, love What happened to my love baby? Now we got to think about our sons So now it's over babe, now it's over baby, babe |
Who Wrote This Love By Glenn Lewis?
Andre Harris, Marsha Ambrosius, Vidal Davis
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What's The Duration Of The This Love By Glenn Lewis?The duration of This Love is 4:29 minutes and seconds. |
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