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Called you on your private number, left a message on your mobile phone. Even tried the operator. When I call no one¡¯s home
Trying so hard to reach you, try to keep this thing alive
You¡¯re the one I need to speak to. Didn¡¯t you know there¡¯s a monster inside

If you¡¯re gone I¡¯ll carry on but deep inside I¡¯ll give my heart to the winter
If you leave I¡¯ll take this blade and carve your name into my ugliness

So I went and sat in Crystal Palace. By the plastic dinosaurs
In my pocket there¡¯s a piece of paper and the writing looks like yours
Started picking through our conversations
Picking through the rotting leaves
Never realised the implication didn¡¯t you know there¡¯s a monster in me

If you¡¯re gone I¡¯ll carry on but deep inside I¡¯ll give my heart to the winter
If you leave I¡¯ll take this blade and carve your name into my ugliness
Summer¡¯s gone and there¡¯s no sun, what have I done, I¡¯ve lost my love to the winter
Now my heart is cold and dark what have I done I¡¯ve given my love away

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To The Winter
Suede



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