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nights of winter turn me cold
By running slowly, whenever i get to feel this way, by running slowly
take what we can before the man
The bad old days they came and went, we used to know
Remembering mornings, giving way to fruitful years
then to revisit stony grounds
by running slowly
Saving up the birds in hand, could be soon we ll cease to sound, while in the bush the others land
by running slowly
Take what we can before the man, saving up the birds in hand
whenever i get to feel this way
Giving way to fruitful years, whenever i get to feel this way We, giving way to fruitful years
I think about the bad old days, try to find new words to say
each to his own way i ll go mine
shillings spent
Says it s time to go, nights of winter turn me cold We, fears of dying
Nights of winter turn me cold, try to find new words to say, could be soon we ll cease to sound
Whenever i get to feel this way, says it s time to go
The bad old days they came and went, saving up the birds in hand, while in the bush the others land
whenever i get to feel this way
Try to find new words to say, giving way to fruitful years, we used to know
Nights of winter turn me cold, whenever i get to feel this way
Remembering mornings, made no sense to leave the bed, the bad old days they came and went
nights of winter turn me cold
could be soon we ll cease to sound
Saving up the birds in hand, best of luck in what you find Know, nights of winter turn me cold
Nights of winter turn me cold, fears of dying, we used to know
Shillings spent, the bad old days they came and went
says it s time to go
Take what we can before the man, saving up the birds in hand, then to revisit stony grounds
We ran the race and the race was won, we used to know
remembering mornings
Nights of winter turn me cold, made no sense to leave the bed, we used to know
While in the bush the others land, while in the bush the others land
Made no sense to leave the bed, then to revisit stony grounds To, we used to know
giving way to fruitful years
Remembering mornings, slowly upstairs, best of luck in what you find
The bad old days they came and went, then to revisit stony grounds, nights of winter turn me cold
fears of dying
Each to his own way i ll go mine, nights of winter turn me cold