John Stewart - Midnight Wind Lyrics
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Midnight Wind
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What Are The Lyrics For Midnight Wind By John Stewart?
Come on down Miranda
Your window's open wide Take a chance on a midnight dance So I can see it in your eyes Come on down Miranda No need to fix your hair Shake the town with the windows down Fly in the midnight air Fly in the midnight air There are dreams that fly in the midnight wind Souls that cry in the midnight wind Lovers who try in the midnight wind You and I in the midnight wind Come on down Miranda You know your time has come You beauty queens come on so clean But you're, you're missing all the fun Yeah you're missing all the fun There are dreams that fly in the midnight wind Souls that cry in the midnight wind Lovers who try in the midnight wind You and I in the midnight wind Midnight wind Midnight wind There are dreams that fly in the midnight wind Souls that cry in the midnight wind Lovers who try in the midnight wind I said you and I in the midnight wind Midnight wind (repeat several times) C'mon down (repeat several times) There are dreams that fly in the midnight wind Souls that cry in the midnight wind Lovers who try in the midnight wind You and I in the midnight wind Midnight wind (repeat several times) C'mon down (repeat several times) Oh please babe |
Who Wrote Midnight Wind By John Stewart?
John C. Stewart
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What's The Duration Of The Midnight Wind By John Stewart?The duration of Midnight Wind is 4:30 minutes and seconds. |
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