Soul Asylum - We 3 Lyrics
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We 3
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What Are The Lyrics For We 3 By Soul Asylum?
I was tapping my foot on a Friday night
To my favorite band I was pushed aside I said "hey don't push me no one pushes me" When I was face to face with the woman I admired And she gave me this look I could not believe And the cold stare remained; I wanted to leave See, I do believe anger is offset by sorrow But you destroy today you might regret tomorrow When you're young and defensive it comes off offensive And it's hard to repay the tolerance that you borrowed The lasting relationship sinks right off the pier Who wears the pants; it's faded but clear She's your girlfriend, seems she ain't too fond of me I guess if that's the way it was meant to be There we were, just we three You, your girlfriend, and me I've known you forever, you two just met So easily amused; how fast we forget In my jealously, my self-righteous greed She's a bit like a book I'm too far sighted to read And I wish you the best, I sometimes feel the need To say remember me She's your girlfriend, as far as we can see Does she look at you the way she looks at me And here we are, just we three You, your girlfriend, and me She's your girlfriend, it's getting harder to see Better just take her home, better just let her be When she walks out that door, you'll come looking for me |
Who Wrote We 3 By Soul Asylum?
David Pirner, David Anthony Pirner
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What's The Duration Of The We 3 By Soul Asylum?The duration of We 3 is 4:03 minutes and seconds. |
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