The Sundays - A Certain Someone Lyrics
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A Certain Someone
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What Are The Lyrics For A Certain Someone By The Sundays?
Live your life, have your say
Read your stars, day by day If I could have anything in the world for free I wouldn't share it with anyone else but me Oh, live your life, go your way And I said oh no Live your life, stake your claim Wash your clothes, change your name Ooh, and I said oh, no, no If I could have anything in the world for free I wouldn't share it with anyone else but me Ooh, ah, you're too twisted by half, but that's far enough So live your life, build a home And fill it full of flowers and a bottle of old cologne Yeah, if I could have anything in the world for free I wouldn't share it with anyone else but me Except perhaps a certain someone Except perhaps a certain someone Except perhaps a certain someone Just to be shown another way out You're too twisted by half, but that's far enough Oh, I'd be careful living in a block of flats And I never take the lift to the top No I never take the lift to the top Ah, you're too twisted by half But that's far enough Take a swim round, take a look down I'll never believe what we've found We figured it out, we figured it out We lived in a house, in a cold room |
Who Wrote A Certain Someone By The Sundays?
David Gavurin, Harriet Wheeler
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What's The Duration Of The A Certain Someone By The Sundays?The duration of A Certain Someone is 4:25 minutes and seconds. |
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