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Teksty: The Chi-Lites. The Coldest Days Of My Life.

I remember, oh yeah
The signs of springtime
There were birds, music
Everywhere, everywhere

Some of us played, oh yeah
And some of us cried
Can?t you see, oh, can?t you see
The tears in my eyes?

And what I had dreamed of, oh Lord
I thought it was him
10 feet tall, oh, I was ridin? so high
With eyes of a child, oh
Shinin? so bright, yes, they were

Coldest days of my life
They were the coldest days of my life
I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cold, coldest days of my life
I thought there was no other, no, no, no, no

Lord, take away the pain
Oh, You know, You know
That it was my dream
And it couldn?t be much worse

Down the low, down the low, down the low
Low, down the low
It just couldn?t be that bad
Down the low
It just couldn't be that bad