Rufus Wainwright

Rufus Wainwright - Imaginary Love songtekst

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Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to start with
Guess that can explain the rain, waiting walking game
Schubert broke my brain to start with

Hoped to look at you in a cab
Back of your head across my lap
Oh what grace, green back seat against the red of your face
Hoped to look at you in any old grand hotel
Drunken demands gave way to reservations
Oh what a room, champagne brings such happy faces, happy faces

'Cause every kind of love, or at least my kind of love,
Must be an imaginary love to start with
Guess that can explain the rain-waiting-walking-game
Schubert bust my brain to start with

'Cause every kind of love, or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to start with
Guess that can explain the rain, waiting walking game
Schubert broke my brain to start with
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Publisher: DreamWorks Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Rufus Wainwright (1998)

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