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• Artiste: Angie Mattson
• Titre: December
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It was the coldest night you remember? On the darkest new moon The longest day of December Well you couldn't be proud enough and your conscience wasn't loud enough so look out, what now? When everything you thought you knew is running out And there's blood on your hands there's a reason for every man you said I'm gonna take this chance 'til I can't find my way home Now you want to forget everything where you came from, what you know's inside and what's hiding behind your pride Well the ocean's never deep enough and you can't cry yourself to sleep enough so look out, what now? When everything you thought you knew just ran out And there's blood on your hands there's a reason for every man you said I'm gonna take this chance 'til I can't find my way home It was a bitter night it was biting cold Oh it's such a sight when the devil's bold Then you came to me in my city you were on your knees with my prophets and my pockets are empty There's blood on your hands there's a reason for every man you said I'm gonna take this chance 'til I can't find my way home 'til I can't find my way home (Thanks to Jennifer for these lyrics)