The Tragically Hip - Honey, Please Lyrics
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Honey, Please
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What Are The Lyrics For Honey, Please By The Tragically Hip?
I don't wanna look for words
I don't wanna work that hard I want your song in my head The way you sing it from the heart yeah Whenever I get lost Whenever I feel weak Whenever or just because You whisper it to me Honey, maybe everything you need Is on the other side of this feeling Honey, please But when I 'look for words' For more going concerns For the 'adventure of ideas' 'Adventure never returns' yeah Whenever I get stuck Whenever I can't speak Whenever just because You do it in your sleep Honey, maybe everything you need Is on the other side of this feeling Honey, please When all 'the poetry of the earth' Might be all there is It might still have some worth Yeah, but I can't dance to it Honey everything we need Is on the other side of this feeling This feeling Honey, right here underneath our feet Under all the stars of the County Everything we need Honey, please Under all the stars of the County with you tonight Under all the stars of the County with you by my side Under all the stars of the County shining bright Under all the stars of the County with you tonight |
Who Wrote Honey, Please By The Tragically Hip?
Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Joseph Paul Langlois, Robert Baker, Robert Gordon Sinclair
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What's The Duration Of The Honey, Please By The Tragically Hip?The duration of Honey, Please is 4:00 minutes and seconds. |
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