Jan Wayne - Because the Night Lyrics
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Because the Night
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What Are The Lyrics For Because the Night By Jan Wayne?
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, and try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed Come on now, try and understand The way I feel when I in your hands Take my hand, come under cover They can't hurt you now can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to love Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Jan Wayne's gonna move ya Have I a doubt, when I'm alone Love is a ring on the telephone Love is an angel, disguised as lust Here in our bed 'til the morning comes Come on now, try and understand The way I feel, under your command Take my hand, and the sun descends They can't hurt you now can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to love Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to love Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Take me now, baby, here as I am Hold me close, and try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed |
Who Wrote Because the Night By Jan Wayne?
Patricia Lee Smith, Bruce Springsteen
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What's The Duration Of The Because the Night By Jan Wayne?The duration of Because the Night is 3:32 minutes and seconds. |
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