Spoon - WhisperI'lllistentohearit Lyrics
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WhisperI'lllistentohearit
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What Are The Lyrics For WhisperI'lllistentohearit By Spoon?
I know you must hold secrets
Such a long way from home You're a lost letter needs delivery Someday you'll be where you should go Someday you won't be so alone Someday you'll be where you should go Someday you won't be so alone You coulda been an acrobat You coulda used what you know You coulda been what you wanted Ooh, you fell for them lines like snow Press me, I'll tell you I'm looking Looking for some sign of life Press me, I'll tell you I'm looking Come on, give me some spirit Don't take too much to get me excited Whisper, I'll listen to hear it Just show me some sign of life I know you must hold secrets Such a long way from home You're a lost letter needs delivery Someday you'll be where you should go Someday you won't be so alone Someday you'll be where you should go Someday you won't be so alone Someday you'll be where you should go Candyman drives a fast car He could be there any time His fuel is anticipation It's good to feel wanted sometimes All these expectations Waiting for my cells to divide Wait, is that too maudlin? I'm just looking for some sign of life I know you must hold secrets Such a long way from home You're a lost letter needs delivery Someday you'll be where you should go Someday you won't be so alone Someday you'll be where you should go Come on show me some spirit Don't take too much to get me excited Whisper, I'll listen to hear it Just show me some sign of life |
Who Wrote WhisperI'lllistentohearit By Spoon?
Britt Daniel
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