Sarah Cracknell - Anymore Lyrics
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Anymore
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What Are The Lyrics For Anymore By Sarah Cracknell?
Does anyone remember how it used to be?
Don't turn around 'cause you won't see me cry. I hear the sounds of motorways and aeroplanes. I'm feeling I've got no more love to give. I don't want tomorrow I don't want the car, I don't need your money Anymore. I don't need the moonlight, I don't want the stars, I don't need the sunshine Anymore. I don't want the hotels, I don't want the bars, I don't need you calling round here no more. Does anyone believe in what you say to them? Don't turn around, never see me cry. I can't believe how you've spent you life since then; Wasting time, telling lies and more. I don't want tomorrow I don't want the car, I don't need your money Anymore. I don't need the moonlight, I don't want the stars, I don't need the sunshine Anymore. I don't want the hotels, I don't want the bars, I don't need you calling round here no more. Yeah, no more, No more, No more. I don't want tomorrow I don't want the car, I don't need your money Anymore. I don't need the moonlight, I don't want the stars, I don't need the sunshine Anymore. I don't want tomorrow I don't want the car, I don't need your money Anymore. I don't want the hotels, I don't want the bars, I don't need you calling Anymore. I don't need nobody Anymore. I don't need nobody Anymore. I don't need nobody Anymore |
Who Wrote Anymore By Sarah Cracknell?
Guy David Batson, Jonathan Edward Male, Sarah Cracknell
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