Una Sand - Seventeen Lyrics
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Seventeen
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What Are The Lyrics For Seventeen By Una Sand?
I've been, I've been giving you more
Than you ever asked for, right here Waiting, climbing the wall, do you know? Every time you leave, boy You know what to do To make me crawl, make me crawl Back to you Callers, fading, dripping on the floor 'Cause you're not here no more I've been loving you Since I was seventeen, seventeen Holding on to you Since I was seventeen You got the key to my heart Put it in a lock, step inside To chuck out everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shut out everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shut out everything I've been sleeping Stuck in a dream And I don't wanna wake up Changing into this mystery Yeah you know Every time you leave boy You know what to do To make me crawl, make me crawl Back to you Raindrops falling, playing a beat When you're not here with me I've been loving you Since I was seventeen, seventeen Holding on to you Since I was seventeen Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shut out everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shut out everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shut out everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shut out everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shut out everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shut out everything |
Who Wrote Seventeen By Una Sand?
Serrano M Gaddum, Una Sand, Jonathan M Souley, Joel Nils Anders Sjoo
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What's The Duration Of The Seventeen By Una Sand?The duration of Seventeen is 3:31 minutes and seconds. |
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