Kim Wilde - This I Swear Lyrics
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This I Swear
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What Are The Lyrics For This I Swear By Kim Wilde?
(This I swear...)
Each and every way I can I will prove to you I've got a fortune in my hands when I'm holding you Never want to let you go again And that's the truth I will try and answer all your prayers This I swear There's always a danger There's always a fear Love's not gonna make it out of here I'm not asking for perfection Just want a love that's true And in return I'll do my best for you It seems the higher we climb The further we fall together But right here, I'll vow Baby, I promise you know Each and every way I can I will prove to you I've got a fortune in my hands when I'm holding you Never want to let you go again And that's the truth I will try and answer all your prayers This I swear We each have our moments Our times of doubt But I know deep down Don't want to live without you You're the exception to the rule 'cause where love's concerned I guess I've been a fool I know it's a long, long road But as long as we stand together Right here, I'll vow Baby I promise you now Each and every way I can I will prove to you I've got a fortune in my hands when I'm holding you Never want to let you go again And that's the truth I will try and answer all your prayers This I swear |
Who Wrote This I Swear By Kim Wilde?
Tony Swain, Pamela Sheyne
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What's The Duration Of The This I Swear By Kim Wilde?The duration of This I Swear is 4:24 minutes and seconds. |
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