Whitesnake - Till the Day I Die Lyrics
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Till the Day I Die
Till the Day I Die Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Till the Day I Die By Whitesnake?
When ice cold winds of winter
Chill me to the bone, An' thoughts of summer breezes Turn my heart to stone That's when I need a hand to guide me, When it's more than I can bear A shoulder I can cry on, Someone to lead me there An' give me love, Give me love, Give me love Till the day I die, Till the day I die Slowly I awaken To the Weavers plan for me, To drift upon the waters Of my own uncertainty, To look for a companion Who will share my destiny, A guiding hand to understand An' walk to road with me An' give me love, Give me love, Give me love Till the day I die, Till the day I die I want to be the master of my destiny, I never want to crawl an' beg for no sympathy, When everything I have is yours, An' all I ask of you Is give me love. Give me love, Give me love Till the day I die, Till the day I die I never want to be the first To show I'm down, But, I'm never gonna wear the frozen smile of a clown When everything I have is yours And all I ask of you Is give me love Give me love, Give me love Till the day I die, Till the day I die Give me love, Give me love, Give me love. 'Til the day I die Give me love, Give me love, Give me love. Till the day I die Till the day I die |
Who Wrote Till the Day I Die By Whitesnake?
David Coverdale
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What's The Duration Of The Till the Day I Die By Whitesnake?The duration of Till the Day I Die is 4:29 minutes and seconds. |
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