Prefab Sprout - Electric Guitars Lyrics
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Electric Guitars
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What Are The Lyrics For Electric Guitars By Prefab Sprout?
I'd a dream that we were rock stars
And that flash bulbs popped the air And girls fainted, every time we shook our hair. We were songbirds, we were Greek Gods We were singled out by fate We were quoted out of context - it was great. Grander than Castles, Cathedrals or stars Electric Guitars ! Riots in airports - everywhere that we go Mascara meltdown - hysteria-a-go-go Electric Guitars ! Grander than Castles, Cathedrals or stars Electric Guitars ! Riots in airports - everywhere that we go Mascara meltdown - hysteria-a-go-go Electric Guitars ! Electric Guitars ! When I woke up I was laughing Well what else was I to do Every details of the dream I had was true We were songbirds, we were Greek Gods We were singled out by fate We were quoted out of context - we were... great Grander than Castles, Cathedrals or stars Electric Guitars ! Riots in airports - everywhere that we go Mascara meltdown - hysteria-a-go-go Electric Guitars ! Grander than Castles, Cathedrals or stars Electric Guitars ! Riots in airports - everywhere that we go Mascara meltdown - hysteria-a-go-go Electric Guitars ! Grander than Castles, Cathedrals or stars Electric Guitars ! Riots in airports - everywhere that we go Mascara meltdown - hysteria-a-go-go Electric Guitars ! Electric Guitars ! Electric Guitars ! |
Who Wrote Electric Guitars By Prefab Sprout?
Paddy Mcaloon
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What's The Duration Of The Electric Guitars By Prefab Sprout?The duration of Electric Guitars is 3:41 minutes and seconds. |
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