James Blunt - we get to the grave | Текст песни

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when the cold of the day moves over and
the warmth of the night moves in there's
a howling that sticks beneath my skin so i try to stay warm and moving but the silence is just too strong like the bloom of a rose is sharp and long shells of silver
This feels strange, as the closer we get to the grave
everybody wants love, but it's not enough, to have a good heart, but it's not enough.

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