Wood - Could I Be Lyrics
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Could I Be
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What Are The Lyrics For Could I Be By Wood?
I know that I could never be the first one to kiss you
'cause darling there's been many men before me I guess that I could never be the first one to love you 'cause all of those days of being gone And every city street And every night and day It's a world war trying to get your own way If I had a wish I swear you'd hear me say Could I be the last give in Say you'll never start again Could I be the dream, the dream for you Could I be, would I do Could I be the last surrender Could I be the number one contender Could I trust you if you don't come home Could I leave you all alone You're tougher than the rest of us You're making out like it never was You say you've got the thing thought through You'd rather walk away than fight And you'd rather do what's wrong than right You paint yourself in the darkest shade of gray And every city street And every night and day It's a world war trying to get your own way If I had a wish I swear you'd hear me say Could I be the last give in Say you'll never start again Could I be the dream, the dream for you Could I be, would I do Could I be the last surrender Could I be the number one contender Could I trust you if you don't come home Could I leave you all alone Every street And every night and day It's a world war trying to get your own way If I had a wish I swear you'd hear me say Could I be the last give in Say you'll never start again Could I be the dream for you Could I be the last surrender Could I be the number one contender Could I trust you if you don't come home Could I leave you all alone |
Who Wrote Could I Be By Wood?
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What's The Duration Of The Could I Be By Wood?The duration of Could I Be is 4:45 minutes and seconds. |
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