Melissa Etheridge - My Back Door Lyrics
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My Back Door
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What Are The Lyrics For My Back Door By Melissa Etheridge?
When I was a child
I dreamed like a child of wonder With my back in the grass My eyes to the sky to see I believed in the stars I knew they cast a spell that I was under With my fingers in the dirt I was part of the earth Every living thing was part of me But it's gone, it's gone It's gone, it's gone, gone I can't feel it I can't feel it Must've found a way out my back door Must've run away out my back door Because it's gone, gone, gone Then I fell in love Love gave me a shot of pure desire There was nothing else like this This unimagined bliss this ecstasy Deep inside the night I believed I saw the light ignite a fire And it burned into the dark It burned deep inside my heart I thought it would burn eternally But it's gone, it's gone It's gone, it's gone, gone I can't feel it I can't feel it Must've found a way out my back door Must've run away out my back door Because it's gone, gone, gone So I run into the street And I'm shouting into the phone Asking everyone I meet I say have you seen it on my doorstep Did you see it in my car Have you seen it in the alley Was it on the back of some guitar Is it sleeping in the hallway Does it cry all night alone Is it selling itself for money Does it want, does it want to come home |
Who Wrote My Back Door By Melissa Etheridge?
Melissa Etheridge
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What's The Duration Of The My Back Door By Melissa Etheridge?The duration of My Back Door is 4:25 minutes and seconds. |
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