We've Been Here Before Songtext
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We've Been Here Before Songtext
Like a long old hour locked in a clock with a mind dedicated
To the minute each moment is passed with a taste of the past
We′ve been here before and we argued and talked
When we thought it would all be fine
Now I've done it again and I know you ain′t coming back this time
'Cause I don't know I′m wrong
Till all your clothes are gone
But I′ll miss you girl, I'm missing you
Like a bottle of fortified wine when you′re worried will warm you
When you wake up to war on the morn you find your throat is dry
We've been here before and we argued and talked
When we thought it would all be fine
Now I′ve done it again and I know you ain't coming back this time
′Cause I don't know I'm wrong
Till all your clothes are gone
But I′ll miss you girl, I′m missing you
Now it's over and out this moment in time
There′s cob in the sky round these Baudelair spies
And I know I might have died though I'm no longer sure of my mind
If I don′t get the five star report
But all in confusion there lies in disguises
In sycamore shades neutralizing the violence
Of passionate minds in the wake of a nightmare
When all I decided was I wasn't right there
I don′t know I'm wrong
Till all your clothes are gone
But I'll miss you girl, I′m missing you
To the minute each moment is passed with a taste of the past
We′ve been here before and we argued and talked
When we thought it would all be fine
Now I've done it again and I know you ain′t coming back this time
'Cause I don't know I′m wrong
Till all your clothes are gone
But I′ll miss you girl, I'm missing you
Like a bottle of fortified wine when you′re worried will warm you
When you wake up to war on the morn you find your throat is dry
We've been here before and we argued and talked
When we thought it would all be fine
Now I′ve done it again and I know you ain't coming back this time
′Cause I don't know I'm wrong
Till all your clothes are gone
But I′ll miss you girl, I′m missing you
Now it's over and out this moment in time
There′s cob in the sky round these Baudelair spies
And I know I might have died though I'm no longer sure of my mind
If I don′t get the five star report
But all in confusion there lies in disguises
In sycamore shades neutralizing the violence
Of passionate minds in the wake of a nightmare
When all I decided was I wasn't right there
I don′t know I'm wrong
Till all your clothes are gone
But I'll miss you girl, I′m missing you
Writer(s): Jack Peachey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

