Monaco - Junk Lyrics
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Junk
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What Are The Lyrics For Junk By Monaco?
Why can't you see
That this is how our love was meant to be I'll never understand why your putting me down Ruining everything And when I'm looking into your eyes I see someone I've grown to despise There isn't any point in me hanging around Living the life I live I told you once but you misunderstood I never gave up though I did all I could I can't believe what you're putting me through I did all I had to do Just when it's out of reach Everybody needs to love But that's how it's got to be What everybody wants is love Don't turn your back on me Everybody's needs to love That's how it's got to be it's too late now and you've got to be free Hard to believe The way you always try to deceive There isn't any point in me hanging around I'm sick of the way I feel Am I the only one who regrets The things you always try to forget Why is it always life ends up dragging you down Coloring everything I told you once but you misunderstood I never gave up though I did all I could I can't believe what you're putting me through I did all I had to do Just when it's out of reach Everybody needs to love But that's how it's got to be What everybody wants is love Don't turn your back on me Everybody's needs to love That's how it's got to be it's too late now and you've got to be free |
Who Wrote Junk By Monaco?
David Potts, Peter Hook
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What's The Duration Of The Junk By Monaco?The duration of Junk is 9:14 minutes and seconds. |
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