The Corrs - Someday Lyrics
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Someday
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What Are The Lyrics For Someday By The Corrs?
Fragments of our love, that's all we have
What we had was fantasy, dreams and photographs Hypnotic melodies could sing our song A comfortable rhythm in a comfortless room How do you know when love is gone? There's so much more within me How do you know the passion's gone? I know I just don't feel it How do you know when love is gone? Oh baby How do you know the passion's gone? I know we have to move along Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me A fragrant memory is soon to fade We lived a love of make-believe, dreams and fairytales Now we say goodbye, habitual romance A rose without her petals and a song without a dance How do you know when love is gone? There's so much more within me How do you know the passion's gone? I know I just can't feel it How do you know when love is gone? Oh baby How do you know the passion's gone? I know we have to move along Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me How do you know when love is gone? There's so much more within me How do you know the passion's gone? I know we have to move along Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me, you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me Someday you'll forget me, oh |
Who Wrote Someday By The Corrs?
David Foster, Andrea Corr, Caroline Corr, Jim Corr, Sharon Corr
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What's The Duration Of The Someday By The Corrs?The duration of Someday is 3:51 minutes and seconds. |
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