SoCal Vocals - This Love Lyrics
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This Love
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What Are The Lyrics For This Love By SoCal Vocals?
I was so high I did not recognize
The fire burning in her eyes The chaos that controlled my mind Whispered goodbye and she got on a plane Never to return again But always in my heart This love har taken it's toll on me She said Goodbye too many times before And her heart is breaking in front of me I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore I tried my best to feed her appetite Keep her coming every night So hard to keep her satisfied Kept playing love like it was just a game Pretending to feel the same The turn around and leave again This love har taken it's toll on me She said Goodbye too many times before And her heart is breaking in front of me I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore Oh oh oh oh oh oh I'll fix these broken things Repair your broken wings And make sure everything's alright My pressure on your hips Sinking my fingertips Into every inch of you Cause I know that's what you want me to do This love har taken it's toll on me She said Goodbye too many times before And her heart is breaking in front of me I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore This love har taken it's toll on me She said Goodbye too many times before And her heart is breaking in front of me I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore |
Who Wrote This Love By SoCal Vocals?
Jesse Royal Carmichael, Ryan Michael Dusick, James B. Valentine, Michael Allen Madden, Adam Noah Levine
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What's The Duration Of The This Love By SoCal Vocals?The duration of This Love is 3:31 minutes and seconds. |
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