S Club 8 - Sail on Through Lyrics
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Sail on Through
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What Are The Lyrics For Sail on Through By S Club 8?
Well if I could stay with you night and day, I would.
But we're miles apart don't know where to start, no way. As winter's turning into spring, don't know what life is gonna bring today. I'm sure we'll be ok, And I cannnot wait 'til we're back together, Love conquers all kinds of weather And when you're true to what you believe, We'll sail on through. Well if I could say, I'd be back some day would you wait? (would you wait, would you wait) I can't bear the thought that your heart's with someone else. And spring has gone and summer's here, I feel there's nohting else to fear because, I know you'll be there soon And I cannot wait till we're back together, love conquers all kinds of weather, when you're true to what you believ we'll sail on through, when you're true to what you believe we'll sail on through. Lalalalala...lalalala x 4 And spring has gone and summer's here, I feel they're is nothing else to fear because I know you'll be here soon, And I cannot wait till we're back together, love conquers all kinds of weather, when you're true to what you believe, we'll sail on through, and when you're true to what you believe we'll sail on through. |
Who Wrote Sail on Through By S Club 8?
Adrian Bushby, Hannah Robinson
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What's The Duration Of The Sail on Through By S Club 8?The duration of Sail on Through is 3:54 minutes and seconds. |
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