Sad Cafe - Every Day Hurts Lyrics
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Every Day Hurts
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What Are The Lyrics For Every Day Hurts By Sad Cafe?
I saw the lamp light from your window
I didn't think you were home, sitting there all alone So I came up to your room to ask you why Why did you hurt me so? Why did you have to go, away? I never wanted anything in my life Not until I met you I thought you'd see me through All the bad days that I've had before I met you Something in the past, never thought it couldn't last, forever There's one thing I can say, everyday, how I miss you, oh oh Every day that I'm without you hurts just a little bit more than Than I've ever been hurt before Every day that I'm without you hurts just a little bit more And now I look down from your window To see a young man across the street He looks something like me And he's walking with his head down to the ground Did you want to hurt me so? Why did you have to go away? There's one thing I can say, everyday, how I miss you, oh oh Every day that I'm without you hurts just a little bit more than More than I've been hurt before Every day that I'm without you hurts just a little bit more than More than I've been hurt before Every day that I'm without you hurts me just a little bit more, ooh More than I've been hurt before Every day that I'm without you hurts just a little bit more, ooh More than I've been hurt before |
Who Wrote Every Day Hurts By Sad Cafe?
John Stimpson, Paul Young, Victor Harvey Emerson
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What's The Duration Of The Every Day Hurts By Sad Cafe?The duration of Every Day Hurts is 4:06 minutes and seconds. |
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