Melissa Etheridge - 4th Street Feeling Lyrics
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4th Street Feeling
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What Are The Lyrics For 4th Street Feeling By Melissa Etheridge?
Well I've been, been thinking
There's something I'm not talking about The whispers have found me Inside the shadows of my doubts I get the feeling that everything I'm doing now I'm doing wrong And everybody's known all along So take me away Way back to that 4th street feeling now When everything I had I could fit into my Chevrolet Well I've been, I've been aching To slip an eight track on again Eyes closed and head back The sweet smell of summer sin I get the feeling that everything I'm doing now I'm just doing wrong And everybody's known all along So take me away Way back to that 4th Street feeling now When everything I had could fit into my Chevrolet It was perfect and strange Living life with that 4th Street feeling now Who am I to think I could just run away I could just run away Baby, I could just run away But everybody's known all along So take me away Way back to that 4th street feeling now When everything I had I could fit into my Chevrolet It was perfect and strange Living life with that 4th Street feeling now Who am I to think I could just run away Who am I to think I could ever run away Who am I to think I could just run away Way back to that 4th Street feeling now |
Who Wrote 4th Street Feeling By Melissa Etheridge?
Melissa Etheridge
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What's The Duration Of The 4th Street Feeling By Melissa Etheridge?The duration of 4th Street Feeling is 3:33 minutes and seconds. |
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