Lucinda Williams - I Don't Know How You're Livin' Lyrics
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I Don't Know How You're Livin'
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What Are The Lyrics For I Don't Know How You're Livin' By Lucinda Williams?
I cared for you
Dared to do What I was never prepared to do I've talked you down Driven you around All but followed you underground I've defended you Commended you I've seen it through to the end with you I've supported you Encouraged you Comforted and consoled you I don't know how your livin' I don't know where you are And you may not be willing To open up the door If you should ever wonder You shouldn't have to ask 'Cause I hope you know brother I've always got your back I've paid for you I've borrowed for you I've planned all my tomorrows for you I've believed in you Grieved with you I've rolled my sleeves for you I've fed you I've clothed you I've loved you and stood up for you I've sided with you I cried for you I put my knees aside for you But I don't know how your livin' And I don't know where you are And you may not be willing To open up the door And if you should ever wonder Well you shouldn't have to ask 'Cause I hope you know brother I've always got your back I've always got your back |
Who Wrote I Don't Know How You're Livin' By Lucinda Williams?
Lucinda Williams
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What's The Duration Of The I Don't Know How You're Livin' By Lucinda Williams?The duration of I Don't Know How You're Livin' is 4:59 minutes and seconds. |
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