Rufus Wainwright - Bitter Tears Lyrics
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Bitter Tears
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What Are The Lyrics For Bitter Tears By Rufus Wainwright?
Choking on my bitter tears
My bitter tears Only thing I don't fear's you Don't want you to see my tears My bitter tears Only thing I fear is my tears Heavens how it's going to rain Is this the same Heavens with the bright blue skies Driving at the crack of dawn Looking away trying to hide my bloodshot eyes But in discussing with the morning It's gonna be okay But in discussing with the morning It's gonna be just fine, dear Taxi driver look at me Oh can't you see Turn around go back behind Don't want you take me home Where I'm alone Racking up my tears and crying Got to be another way Somebody cursed me when I said I'll never be there myself Got to be another way Somebody curse the light And take me far away from myself But in discussing with the morning It's gonna be okay But in discussing with the morning It's gonna be just fine, dear I'm just discussing with the morning Just discussing with the morning And it's gonna be okay I'm just discussing with the morning Still discussing with the morning And it's gonna be just fine I'm just discussing with the morning Still discussing with the morning And it's gonna be okay Yeah it's gonna be just fine |
Who Wrote Bitter Tears By Rufus Wainwright?
Rufus Wainwright
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What's The Duration Of The Bitter Tears By Rufus Wainwright?The duration of Bitter Tears is 0:40 minutes and seconds. |
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