17 lyrics for "Where we all belong"
It's great to be here in your arms It's great to be here, oooh So glad, so glad, so glad To be back in your arms Thank you, baby, thank you, baby Back where I belong Oh, I went out to do my thing And I was totally rejected I put you down for love unknown
Play(Hold me long, all night long, where you belong, my baby) And love will follow I could show you ecstasy Close your eyes and we will lead We've come into a place in time Where I am yours and you're mine A circle filled with love If you'll come away with
PlayLike I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the drummer drums He's gonna play my song To carry me along And when the boatman comes To ferry me away To where we all belong I said yeah
Play'Cause I believe in a world Where we all belong And I'm so tired of seein' Every good man gone Preacher man, go tell me Where his body lies Sitting down by the river, now, child Left him there to die
PlayWithout truth Yet we want to spare the feelings of those we love We've all lied But there is always room for forgiveness my friend So don't treat me bad just be glad I am strong I know where I belong
PlayAll of this doubt We get to work it out When you don't know where you belong I'm the one who turns you on And nothin' seems to matter Day and night black and white You take it all for granted I'm the one who's holding on It's alright to be wrong
PlayCan anyone hear me now? Ghost in the wind calling you to take me home Ghost in the wind crying, "where do I belong?" I know I was stupid to let what we had go to waste Why does everything I love always get taken away? Never meant to lose me Can someone
PlaySands of all time, mystery of life Everlasting sadness through lightyears gone by Land lost in time, once more back where we belong Promises of yesterday, we'll keep holding on Rise up to the open sky One chance at the price of glory Raise your souls
PlayAll the lonely people Ah look at all the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in
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