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Dead Of Winter

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When the moon's at its lowest place in the sky
And the city around you is still

I come back to the place where we started it all
And wait for you, my love, I will

I would sacrifice the promise that I made before you took my hand
I would wander blind and hungry like a stranger in a stranger land

If my pleading don't surprise you and if nothing satisfies you
Then ragged alone I stand in the dead of winter

If I had the moon and the stars and more diamonds than I could spend
I'd betray them all for the brush of
Your cheek, and betray them, darling, I will

I would justify the demon who's desire's running through my veins
I would crawl through the gutter just dragging that ball and chain
I would give up my possessions and all of my discretions 'til nothing more remains
But the dead of winter

Gonna call the lawyer, call the teacher
Call the preacher, call the doctor said to take my pills
Gonna call the madman on the telly say we had our fill

I would sacrifice the promise that I made before you took my hand
I would wander blind and hungry like a stranger in a stranger land

If my pleading don't surprise you and if nothing satisfies you
Then ragged alone I stand in the dead of winter

Compositores: Philip Bradford Barr, Andrew Gilmore Barr (Andrew Barr)
ECAD: Obra #21163675

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