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• Artiste: Whitley
• Titre: Cheap Clothes
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The darkness is creeping in, And the world is a place to hide, I'm on my knees in the cool winter breeze, and I think of you. And I have tried and I have won, and I have done so many things, We'll sit and smile and stand for a while, And I have done so many things. The soil breaks your fall, As you come crashing down like you've done a thousand times before, Your smell's still rich on my nose, As you tore back my cheap clothes. And I have tried and I have won, and I have lost so many things, And we sit and smile and stand for a while, And I have lost so many things. And I still hear your voice, In my house, in my room, You're calling, you're ten feet falling down, Soil will break your fall like it's done a thousand times before, And I still think of you when the night gets cold, When it's cold