New Order - Crystal [L-PCM Stere Lyrics
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Crystal [L-PCM Stere
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What Are The Lyrics For Crystal [L-PCM Stere By New Order?
We're like crystal
(Hey) We break easy (Hoo) I'm a poor man (Hey) If you leave me (Hoo) I'm applauded (Hey) Then forgotten It was summer (Hey) Now it's autumn (Hoo) I don't know what to say You don't care anyway I'm a man in a rage With a girl I betrayed Here comes love It's like honey You can't buy it with money You shook me to the core You shook me to the core (Hoo, hey) We're like crystal (Hey) It's not easy (Hoo) With your love (Hey) You could feed me (Hoo) Every man (Hey) And every woman (Hoo) Needs someone (Hey) So keep it coming Keep it coming Keep it coming Keep it coming Keep it coming Keep it coming I don't know what to say You don't care anyway I'm a man in a rage With a girl I betrayed Here comes love It's like honey You can't buy it with money You're not alone anymore You shook me to the core You shook me to the core I don't know what to say You don't care anyway I'm a man in a rage With a girl I betrayed Here comes love It's like honey You can't buy it with money You're not alone anymore You shook me to the core You shook me to the core You shook me to the core You shook me to the core Keep it coming Keep it coming Keep it coming Keep it coming Keep it coming |
Who Wrote Crystal [L-PCM Stere By New Order?
Bernard (gb 2) Sumner, Peter Hook, Stephen Paul David Morris, Gillian Lesley Gilbert
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