Kimbra - Past Love Lyrics
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Past Love
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What Are The Lyrics For Past Love By Kimbra?
I don't feel the same
Took all I could take Hey rapture find me now I said I didn't mind when you stripped all my pride 'Cause good love, good love is mine Broken wings, bones of coal I used to live clinging to his elbows Though I try to shake the lie, I live inside the sheen of every faint glow Past love, come back to yourself Don't keep reaching out to him, he can't help you now It's a past life, so come back to the time It's been far too many nights, and you still cry Woke in early morn', feeling something's wrong Time take me I'm moving on The night won't let me sleep I wish these days of the week would fade out Fade out from me Broken wings, bones of coal Now every word I want to say, I swallow Shot hard, back fired But deep inside you cling to everything though Past love, come back to yourself Don't keep reaching out to him, he can't help you now It's a past life, won't you come back to the time When you were a little wise, and you still cry All you do is cry, all you do is cry All you do is cry, all you do is cry Past love, come back to yourself Don't keep reaching out to him, he can't help you now It's a past life, so come back to the time It's been far too many nights, and you still cry Ooh ooh Come back to yourself, he can't help you now Ooh ooh So come back to yourself, he can't help you now Past love, come back to yourself, ah oh |
Who Wrote Past Love By Kimbra?
Kimbra Johnson, Matthew Alan Friedman
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What's The Duration Of The Past Love By Kimbra?The duration of Past Love is 3:35 minutes and seconds. |
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