Jessica Andrews - Every Time Lyrics
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Every Time
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What Are The Lyrics For Every Time By Jessica Andrews?
I laid the blanket there on the shoreline
And saw the water shine with the moon What kind of fool would fail to notice The best thing shining was you Oh, I laughed kinda nervous I felt you move closer And felt the world unwind Once was a stranger, not quite a lover But steadily crossing the line Carry me far away Don't hold back; I won't break Leave the ghosts behind All I know, wrong or right Just the thought of this night Will get me every time Every time Well, the voice in my head said "What are you doing?" I thought not listening to you You see I'm taking a chance I'm thinking about flying over the blue And it's crazy to be this out of practice And have it all come so naturally Don't you love knocking logic right off its axis And watch it float far out to sea Carry me far away Don't hold back; I won't break Leave the ghosts behind All I know, wrong or right Just the thought of this night Will get me every time Every time Every time Every time Every time So now here I am reading my fortune In the winding lines of your hand Oh, and I see a lost unwanted orphan Head right for the promised land Carry me far away I won't I won't break Oh Carry me far away Don't hold back; I won't break Leave the ghosts behind All I know, wrong or right Just the thought of this night Will get me every time Will get me every time Every time |
Who Wrote Every Time By Jessica Andrews?
Lindsey, Sillers
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What's The Duration Of The Every Time By Jessica Andrews?The duration of Every Time is 4:05 minutes and seconds. |
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