Little Boots - Broken Record Lyrics
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Broken Record
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What Are The Lyrics For Broken Record By Little Boots?
I thought it was the last time
Our ending was bittersweet Thought you were out of my mind Instead, you're stuck on repeat In my dreams you belong to me Hold me near, never set me free I hear your voice like a broken record Saying my name every second Dum-dum-daram-dum-dum-daram-dam Voice like a broken record In my heart I feel it echo Dum-dum-daram-dum-dum-daram-dam I don't know why I don't know how you're here Impossible to make you disappear In my dreams you belong to me Hold me near, never set me free I hear your voice like a broken record Saying my name every second Dum-dum-daram-dum-dum-daram-dam Voice like a broken record In my heart I feel it echo Dum-dum-daram-dum-dum-daram-dam Dum-dum-daram-dum-dum-daram-dam Dum-dum-daram-dum-dum-daram-dam Voice like a broken record I hear your voice like a broken record Saying my name every second Dum-dum-daram-dum-dum-daram-dam Voice like a broken record In my heart I feel it echo Dum-dum-daram-dum-dum-daram-dam I hear your voice like a broken record Saying my name every Dum-dum-daram-dum-dum-daram-dam Voice like a broken, broken, broken, broken, broken record Dum-dum-daram-dum-dum-daram-dam I hear your voice like a broken, broken, broken, broken, broken record Dum-dum-daram-dum-dum-daram-dam |
Who Wrote Broken Record By Little Boots?
Rick Nowels
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What's The Duration Of The Broken Record By Little Boots?The duration of Broken Record is 4:33 minutes and seconds. |
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