Makeba - If We Ever Lyrics
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If We Ever
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What Are The Lyrics For If We Ever By Makeba?
I've been fragile for a long time
A big old hole inside my heart And I was searching through the valley Stumbled on love in the dark Was afraid to try but afraid to never know What it feels like to be loved Had a hill to climb But the places we could go Oh, I gotta know So if we ever, fell in love Would the wind blow, would the pain go, oh So if we ever, fell in love Oh, oh, oh I was empty, it was all gone The birds would sing but made no sound Till I met you, found I was all wrong You picked me up right off the ground Was afraid to try, and afraid I'd fall again Crashing down from the sky, you know Had a hill to climb, but with you my heart wont mend That's the one thing, we all wanna know So if we ever, fell in love Would the wind blow, would the pain go, oh So if we ever fell in love Oh, oh, oh I just wanna know, I just wanna know Tell me tell me so, baby I just wanna know I just wanna know, I just wanna know Tell me tell me so, baby I just wanna know I just wanna know, I just wanna know Tell me tell me so, baby I just wanna know I just wanna know, I just wanna know Tell me tell me so, baby I just wanna know So if we ever fell in love Would the wind blow, would the pain go, oh (Yeah) So if we ever fell in love Oh, oh, oh So if we ever fell in love Oh, I wanna know what it feels like to be loved |
Who Wrote If We Ever By Makeba?
Pierre David Guetta, Frederic Riesterer, Jean Claude Sindres, John Platt, Francesca Spero, Sandy Vee
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