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Alice's House [Album Version] [Version]
Alice's House [Album Version] [Version] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Alice's House [Album Version] [Version] By The Psychedelic Furs?
In the house where Alice lives
Alice's It's a mess of souvenirs There to remind you, telling the time In the garden where you go Flowers die "People say it's cold out there You disagree", she's telling me Come and spend the day at Alice's house (Alice's house) Pass some time away at Alice's house (Alice's house) She writes a note saying 'Please don't go' Please don't go In the softest room you sing Without a key The butler is serving tea Wearing a shirt without any sleeves Come and spend the day at Alice's house (Alice's house) Pass some time away at Alice's house (Alice's house) She writes a note saying 'Please don't go' Please don't go In the bedroom down the hall Your secret sleeps It is always late at night Won't you stay? Why don't you stay? In the house where Alice lives Alice's It's a mess of souvenirs There to remind you, telling the time Come and spend the day at Alice's house (Alice's house) Pass some time away at Alice's house (Alice's house) She writes a note saying 'Please don't go' Please don't go Alice's house Alice's house Alice's house |
Who Wrote Alice's House [Album Version] [Version] By The Psychedelic Furs?
John Ashton, Richard Lofthouse Butler, Timothy Butler, Vincent Davey
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