Old 97's - Adelaide Lyrics
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Adelaide
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What Are The Lyrics For Adelaide By Old 97's?
Heaven I need a drug
Her eyes are all but fixed upon her coffee cup And looking down she tells you things are looking up Take another slug Heaven I had a dream But now my life's a nightmare of efficiency She rattles off the things she never got for free Gearing up to scream I remember when I had you and you had so much promise then You promised me that you would never leave again To be broken you were made, Adelaide Heaven I need a rest I recognized the voices talking in my head I couldn't make out everything the voices said Loving you is a test I remember when I had you and you had so much promise then You promised me that you would never leave again To be broken you were made, Adelaide Heaven I need a drink I'm here because they're paying me to do my thing They never specify what it is I should bring I'm right up on the brink I remember when I had you and you had so much promise then You promised me that you would never leave again To be broken you were made, Adelaide I remember when I had you and you had so much promise then You promised me that you would never leave again To be broken you were made, Adelaide To be broken you were made, Adelaide To be broken |
Who Wrote Adelaide By Old 97's?
Kendall Dewayne Bethea, Murray Hammond, Philip Wayne Peeples, Stewart Ransom Miller
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What's The Duration Of The Adelaide By Old 97's?The duration of Adelaide is 3:30 minutes and seconds. |
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