Текст песни
It's
eight
am,
singing
Go
outta
my
window
There's
nowhere
to
go
All
covered
in
snow
My
face
in
the
mirror,
a
handful
of
wrinkles
The
teas
in
the
pot,
the
biscuits
on
the
floor
I
think
I've
been
dreaming,
a
horse
running
freely
And
your
face
again
I
wasn't
needing
anymore
The
flowers
in
my
hair,
the
screams
at
your
bed
I
was
a
widow
I
was
a
widow
Cold,
cold,
if
you
hold
me,
I'll
be
better
It's
you
and
I
to
live
for
Cold,
cold,
if
you
hold
me,
I'll
be
better
It's
you
and
I
to
live
for
Dark,
dark,
if
you
come
here,
I'll
be
better
The
renaissance
of
my
colors
deep
with
me
Go,
go,
if
you
go
near
I'll
be
better
It's
you
and
I
to
live
for
Your
face
blends
as
we
dive
in,
in
the
water
We
fade
in
the
undertow
We're
in
the
cold
now,
in
my
eyes
we
see
the
devil
And
I
burn
all
over
you
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