Now my days are growing cold,
All the memories unfold
Thinking 'bout the friends we lost,
Wondering how to count the cost,
Now my days are growing cold
I can hardly wait any longer,
Now the feeling's growing stronger
Thinking 'bout the times we had,
Good times always turn into bad,
Now my days are growing cold
Why don't you take me for a little while,
Sing me songs, you know, will make me smile
Why don't you take me for a little while
As I watch the rising sun,
I see a new day just begun
Thinking 'bout the sacrifice,
Wondering how to pay the price,
Now my world is growing cold
Why don't you take me for a little while,
Sing me songs, you know, will make me smile, make me smile
Why don't you take me for a little while
So now my days are growing cold,
All my memories been told
Thinking 'bout the dreams we lost,
Wondering how to count the cost
Now my days are growing cold
Why don't you take me for a little while,
Sing me songs, you know, will make me smile
Why don't you take me for a little while,
Sing me songs, you know, will make, me make, me make, me smile
Why don't you take me for a little while,
Sing me songs, you know, will make me smile.
Why don't you take me for a little while,
Sing me songs, you know, will make, me make, me make, me smile.
Why don't you take me for a little while,
Sing me songs, you know, will make me, make me, make me smile.
Somebody take me, take me, won't you make me smile...
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