Joan Armatrading - Empty Highway Lyrics
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Empty Highway
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What Are The Lyrics For Empty Highway By Joan Armatrading?
Watch the rain gently fall
Like the tears running down my face Watch the rain gently fall Like the tears running down my face Sometimes it feel like the sky' is violence Sometimes it feels like nobody hears Sometimes it fells like I'm on an empty highway And I'm on a road to nowhere I'm on a road to nowhere As I watch the street lights flicker Like the dying embers of your affection As I watch the street lights flicker Like the dying embers of your affection Sometimes it feels like we never kissed I've got no interest in the push and pull of the tides Who cares if the world stops spinning Cos I'm a lonely number Yea I'm a lonely number As I lay me down to sleep All the little birds and the bees That would sing to all the lovers They just pass me by Yea yea yea Even in my dreams Vivid colors turn to a gray scale Even in my dreams Vivid colors turn to a gray scale And I turn to you and I ask How can I make things better And you say it's gone it's gone itâ??s gone it's over And I stand outside in just my underwear And I watch the gentle rain fall Yea watch the gentle rain fall down Yea I watch the gentle rain fall down |
Who Wrote Empty Highway By Joan Armatrading?
Joan Anita Barbara Armatrading
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What's The Duration Of The Empty Highway By Joan Armatrading?The duration of Empty Highway is 5:26 minutes and seconds. |
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