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Days Go By

Dirty Vegas

You, you
You are still a whisper on my lips
I feel it at my fingertips
Pulling at my skin

You leave when I'm at my worst
A feeling as if I've been cursed
Bitter cold within

Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you

Without you
Without you

You are still a whisper on my lips
I feel it at my fingertips
Pulling at my skin

You leave me when I'm at my worst
A feeling as if I've been cursed
Bitter cold within

Composição: Steve Smith / Victoria Horn