Sting - Next to You Lyrics
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Next to You
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What Are The Lyrics For Next to You By Sting?
I can't stand it for another day
When you live so many miles away Nothing here is gonna make me stay You took me over, let me find a way I sold my house, I sold my motor too All I want is to be next to you I'd rob a bank, maybe steal a plane You took me over think I'm goin' insane What can I do? All I want is to be next to you What can I do? All I want is to be next to you I've had a thousand girls or maybe more But I've never felt like this before I just don't know what come over me You took me over, take a look at me now What can I do? All I want is to be next to you What can I do? All I want is to be next to you All I want is to be next to you All I want is to be next to you All I want is to be next to you I saw my doctor he said give it time sir I got this feeling, gonna lose my mind When all it is is just a love affair You took me over baby, take me there What can I do? All I want is to be next to you What can I do? All I want is to be next to you What can I do? All I want is to be next to you What can I do? All I want is to be next to you All I want is to be next to you now All I want is to be next to you All I want is to be next to you Next to you Next to you Next to you Next to you Next to you Next to you |
Who Wrote Next to You By Sting?
Gordon Sumner
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What's The Duration Of The Next to You By Sting?The duration of Next to You is 2:31 minutes and seconds. |
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