Melanie C - Something for the Fire Lyrics
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Something for the Fire
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What Are The Lyrics For Something for the Fire By Melanie C?
In the morning I miss you
But I won't go back Step off this train this one way track You're caught in the distance But I don't know why? When you justified your exit signs It don't matter Just a memory been and gone Nature carries on Pulling me along Something for the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire For the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire For the fire In a month of Sundays I could take you back You're in my rear view fading black Don't know my destination But I'm on my way Too long to get here From today It don't matter Just a memory been and gone Nature carries on Pulling me along Something for the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire For the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire For the fire And our love is burning in the flames never to return As the embers start to lose their glow turn to ash and go Turn to ash and go Something for the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire For the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire For the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire For the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire Something for the fire For the fire In the morning I miss you but I won't go back Step off this train This one way track |
Who Wrote Something for the Fire By Melanie C?
Melanie Chisholm, Olly Knights, Stephan Gale Paridjanian
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What's The Duration Of The Something for the Fire By Melanie C?The duration of Something for the Fire is 3:48 minutes and seconds. |
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