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When the nights grow cold And the sky becomes grey When the street lie quiet And look deserted I lie on the bed And stare at the ceiling Longing to take your arms When it feels so good When the nights grow cold This is what I do
And the sky becomes grey
When the street lie quiet
And look deserted
I lie on the bed
And stare at the ceiling
Longing to take your arms
When it feels so good
When the nights grow cold
This is what I do
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