The Cranberries - Waiting In Walthamstow Lyrics
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Waiting In Walthamstow
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What Are The Lyrics For Waiting In Walthamstow By The Cranberries?
I got this thing in my head, when I awake in my bed
While I was thinking about when I wondered if you thought about me I've got a pain in my heart whenever we are apart I've got a pain in my head when I awake in my bed And I was waiting there for you, you were waiting there for me I was waiting there for you, you were waiting there for me Ah-ahah ah-ahah ah-ahah I took the underground, I went eastbound I went to Walthamstow While you were waiting to see me there, I really really want you to know I'll never forget your kindness (ah ah), I'll never forget your grace (ah ah) I'll never forget your honor (ah ah), you make the world a beautiful place (ah ah) I was waiting there for you, you were waiting there for me I was waiting there for you, you were waiting there for me Lalalala, lalalala-la, lalalala-la (Ah-ah-ah) In Walthamstow, in Walthamsto-ow-ow, Walthamsto-ow-ow I was waiting there for you, you were waiting there for me I was waiting there for you, you were waiting there for me Lalalala-la, lalalala-la Lalalalaa lala, lalalalaa lalalalala Lalalala, lalalala, lalalala |
Who Wrote Waiting In Walthamstow By The Cranberries?
Dolores Mary O'riordan
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What's The Duration Of The Waiting In Walthamstow By The Cranberries?The duration of Waiting In Walthamstow is 4:20 minutes and seconds. |
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