Suzanne Vega - Birth-Day (Love Made Real) Lyrics
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Birth-Day (Love Made Real)
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What Are The Lyrics For Birth-Day (Love Made Real) By Suzanne Vega?
Music & Lyrics by Suzanne Vega
one thing I know this pain will go step through all that's left to feel I wait to meet my love made real don't move don't touch don't talk so much strip and find the place to kneel I wait to meet my love made real one thing I know this day will go don't touch don't talk crawl the wall she's the ticket to the future don't listen down the hall you can say your prayer to the head of this bed when it begins at your knees and goes right to your head birth-day strap me down from wrist to heel I wait to meet my love made real one thing I know this day will go shake all over like an old sick dog there's a needle here needle there tremble in the fog it's a tight squeeze vice grip ice and fire she's a hot little treasure and the wave goes higher birth-day birth-day Copyright © 1996 WB Music Corp.(ASCAP)/Waifersongs, Ltd. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved/Used By Permission Suzanne Vega - vocals, riff guitar Bruce Thomas - bass Jerry Marotta, Pete Thomas - drums, percussion Steve Donnelly - electric guitars Mitchell Froom - keyboards |
Who Wrote Birth-Day (Love Made Real) By Suzanne Vega?
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What's The Duration Of The Birth-Day (Love Made Real) By Suzanne Vega?The duration of Birth-Day (Love Made Real) is 3:38 minutes and seconds. |
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