Madonna - Borrowed Time Lyrics
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Borrowed Time
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What Are The Lyrics For Borrowed Time By Madonna?
Do we need to start a war
Do we need to take a side If we open up our eyes Realize that we are dying Is it all worth fighting for It all comes down to Who's wrong or right Who's black or white It doesn't matter what you're bleeding for Straight or bi or God almighty Doesn't matter underneath it all 'Cause we're only here to love Like there's no tomorrow So let's live each moment like our time is only borrowed Do we need to build a bomb Do we need to fire a gun If you have to stand your ground It's a war that can't be won Is it all worth dying for It all comes down to Who's rich or poor Virgin or whore It doesn't matter what you're praying for Death or life You're truth almighty Doesn't matter underneath it all 'Cause we're only here to love Like there's no tomorrow So let's live each moment like our time is only borrowed It all comes down to Who's rich or poor Virgin or whore It doesn't matter what you're praying for Death or life You're truth almighty Doesn't matter underneath it all 'Cause we're only here to love Like there's no tomorrow So let's live each moment like our time is only borrowed |
Who Wrote Borrowed Time By Madonna?
Ash Pournouri, Dacoury Natche, Tim Bergling, Madonna Ciccone, Savan Kotecha, Rami Yacoub, Carl Falk, Michael Tucker
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What's The Duration Of The Borrowed Time By Madonna?The duration of Borrowed Time is 3:24 minutes and seconds. |
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