Michael McDonald - Nowhere to Run Lyrics
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Nowhere to Run
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What Are The Lyrics For Nowhere to Run By Michael McDonald?
It's not love, I'm running from
But the heartache I know will come 'Cause I know you're no good for me But you become a part of me Everywhere I go your face I see Every step I take you take with me, no Nowhere to run, baby Nowhere to hide Got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide I know you're no good for me But free of you I'll never be, no Each night as I sleep Into my heart you creep I wake up feeling sorry I met you Hopin' soon that I'll forget you When I look in the mirror to comb my hair I see your face and smiling there, no Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide I got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide I know you're no good for me But you've become a part of me, no How can I find a lover? That should love be When it's so deep, so deep Deep inside of me My love reaches so high I can't get over it It's so wide I can't get around it, no Nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide I just can't get away from you, baby No matter how I try I know you're no good for me But free of you I'll never be Each night as I see your face I know you're a part of me But so deep, so deep and No, no I just can't get away from you, baby No matter how hard I try Nowhere to run to, babe Nowhere to hide Nowhere to run to, babe |
Who Wrote Nowhere to Run By Michael McDonald?
Paul Stanley
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What's The Duration Of The Nowhere to Run By Michael McDonald?The duration of Nowhere to Run is 3:13 minutes and seconds. |
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