Andrew Lloyd Webber – Whistle Down The Wind – Cold lyrics
Edward: The flowers have all died, and the sky is going grey I begged my baby not to leave, I couldn’t make her stay The heat has disappeared, the eternal flame is low The forecast ain’t so good, I’m all messed up no place to go Cold, like a frozen teardrop There’s a chill in …
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