SR-71 - My Brave Face Lyrics
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My Brave Face
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What Are The Lyrics For My Brave Face By SR-71?
I've been living in style,
Unaccostumed as I am To the luxury life, I've been hitting the town But it didn't hit back I've been doing the rounds Unaccostumed as I am To the time on my hands, Now I don't have to tell anybody When I'm going to get back Ever since you went away I've had this sentimental inclination Not to change a single thing As I pull the sheets back on the bed, I want to go bury my head In your pillow. Now that I'm alone again I can't stop breaking down again The simplest things set me off again And take me to that place Where I can't find my brave face, Where I can't find my brave face, My brave, my brave, my brave face I've been living a lie Unaccostumed as I am To the work of a housewife, I've been breaking up Dirty dishes and throwing them away Ever since you left I have been trying to compose A "baby will you please come home" note meant for you. As I clear away another untouched t.v. dinner From the table I laid for two. Now that I'm alone again I can't stop breaking down again The simplest things set me off again And take me to that place Where I can't find my brave face, Where I can't find my brave face, My brave, my brave, my brave face |
Who Wrote My Brave Face By SR-71?
Elvis Costello, Paul Mccartney
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What's The Duration Of The My Brave Face By SR-71?The duration of My Brave Face is 3:00 minutes and seconds. |
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