Lucinda Williams - Sharp Cutting Wings (Song to a Poet) Lyrics

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Sharp Cutting Wings (Song to a Poet)

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What Are The Lyrics For Sharp Cutting Wings (Song to a Poet) By Lucinda Williams?
You're the one you're my shinin' star
You're the one I've been waiting for Let's fly away to some foreign country Where nobody knows who we are I wish I had a ship to sail the waters I wish I had about a hundred dollars But I'll just stand with this glass in my hand Feeling like nothing even matters Your words run through me like the blood in my veins I could swear I knew your love before I knew your name Before I knew your name Everyday I miss your smiling face No one here can ever take your place The sun can shine down over my town But it never shines in my days I told all the stars above I'm gonna shower you with my love I won't demand you I'll try to understand you My love is free as a dove Your words run through me like the blood in my veins I could swear I knew your love before I knew your name Before I knew your name You're the one you're my shinin' star You're the one I've been waiting for Let's fly away to some foreign country Where nobody knows who we are |
Who Wrote Sharp Cutting Wings (Song to a Poet) By Lucinda Williams?
Lucinda Gayle Williams
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What's The Duration Of The Sharp Cutting Wings (Song to a Poet) By Lucinda Williams?The duration of Sharp Cutting Wings (Song to a Poet) is 3:26 minutes and seconds. |
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