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What Are The Lyrics For More By John Waite?
Fell out of the sky sometime in 1952
Through the radiance Looking for my shoes Daddy left and momma cried Had a passport for the blues I didn't share their hometown point of view Cause I need more I need more Just give me one good reason What I'm living for In this uncertain world of circumstance With one foot in the door At the house of truth That's burnt down to the floor I want more Yeah I need more In my days Tripping down the turnpike somewhere Out there near the shore Looking for some words to live by In the uncertain moments in the loam You can almost hear it shine Is that voice I'm hearing divine Cause I hear more I hear more Just give me one good reason What I'm living for In this concrete world of fairy tales Only innocence is pure But there must be an answer Yeah I'm sure So give me more Yeah Give me more in my day Am I dreaming Am I somewhere else When I'm lying in the darkness Am I really by myself There must be more Yeah More in my days Am I dreaming Am I someone else When I'm dancing in the darkness Am I dancing by myself There must be more Must be more to this Yeah Cause I want more Yeah And I need more And I hear more Yeah Give me more in my world everyday Give me more Yeah Give me more Give me more Of this life |
Who Wrote More By John Waite?
John Waite
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What's The Duration Of The More By John Waite?The duration of More is 4:10 minutes and seconds. |
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