18 lyrics for "Tell me what would you do"

No no no no no Don't you leave my little life Talk to me baby Tell me what you're feeling You say you don't need to go Don't you pretend you didn't know How all of this would end up Girl, I saw it in your eyes And baby I can read your mind
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You wouldn't know love So now you're back So you had your fun And now you're coming around again Sure baby, I should let you in So you can let me down again Well it doesn't really matter What you say or do You can tell me that you love me
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Mercy on judgment, Lord Downpressor man, where you gonna run to? Run to the Lord, Lord, what you hidin'? Oh, along that day I wouldn't like to be a flea, under your collar, man Oh, along that day, sad day Tell me, downpressor man, where you gonna run to?
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So tell me what I gotta do to win you over You'll never have to wonder if you need another You'll never have to wonder if I understand And every time you reach for me you'll find a hand out, oh I would dare Feed your dreams And starve your fears Light
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If I was your mother, mother If I was your mother Tell me what I got to do To make my life mean more to you I could get so close it's true Tell me who I got to be To make you a part of me Would you let me hold your hand Would you say you were my baby
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You tell me that you love me, I don't know what I would do Goin' through the motions, I'm just tryna make it through If you wasn't by my side, will I be able to move? It's hard to keep in touch when I'm always on the move La-da-da-da-da (Tryna make it
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If I could tell her But we're a million worlds apart And I don't know how I would even start But he kept it all inside his head What he saw he left unsaid Tell her everything I see How she's everything to me He thought you were awesome
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Love figures I wish I could hurt you back Love, what would you do if you couldn't get me back You're the one who's gonna lose Something so special, something so real Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel? If you couldn't get me back That's what I
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Tell me why you mad for Tell me why you mad I would rather shoot before I run Pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton You should try to do what we done Make a million dollars while you young I know to you it looks easy Where your 600 Benz, where your Rovers
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