Jeff Lynne - My Love Lyrics
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My Love
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What Are The Lyrics For My Love By Jeff Lynne?
There's nothing more that I would have that I could need
'Cause having this means that I've got it all When I was taking turns and you were wrong for me You chose to understand and let it go And oh, you've turned this black heart, made it into gold So I wanna let you know that My love and my touch, up above is made with the warmth of my My love and my touch, up above is made with the warmth of my love Oh, love Control is such an open-ended word for me Something that I used to think I owned I'm standing here with none, I'm feeling so complete You helped me understand to let it go And oh, you've turned this black heart made it into gold So I wanna let you know that My love and my touch, up above is made with the warmth of my My love and my touch, up above is made with the warmth of my My love and my touch, up above is made with the warmth of my My love and my touch, up above is made with the warmth of my love Stay close to me, love Stay close to me, yeah, love Stay close to me, love My love and my touch, up above is made with the warmth of my My love and my touch, up above is made with the warmth of my My love and my touch, up above is made with the warmth of my My love and my touch, up above is made with the warmth of my love |
Who Wrote My Love By Jeff Lynne?
Jessica Hannah Glynne, Rowan Tyler Jones
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What's The Duration Of The My Love By Jeff Lynne?The duration of My Love is 4:15 minutes and seconds. |
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