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Cold
04:15
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'Cold'
Broken skies on the horizon,
give me fever, tear me up.
There’s a calm before the thunder.
Never sure of, what’s to come.
So hold my soul ‘til the morning.
Love me to the bone.
Heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.
Every day the sun is rising,
is it too good to be true?
You’ve got me caught in a twist in my head.
Overthinking the things that you’ve said.
Make me dream that I drive you away all alone.
Everything I invent in my head,
sabotaging the time that we spent.
And now I need to know.
Just tell me that you’ll,
hold my soul ‘til the morning.
Love me to the bone.
Heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.
Say you love me. Say you feel it.
Say you’re never turning cold.
Cos heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.
I’ve been spinning out of place,
but it’s an illusion I know.
Maybe it’s a test of faith,
to leave me feeling cold.
Hold my soul ‘til the morning.
Love me to the bone.
Heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.
Say you love me. Say you feel it.
Say you’re never turning cold.
Cos heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.
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2. |
Cold (Acoustic)
04:05
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'Cold'
Broken skies on the horizon,
give me fever, tear me up.
There’s a calm before the thunder.
Never sure of, what’s to come.
So hold my soul ‘til the morning.
Love me to the bone.
Heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.
Every day the sun is rising,
is it too good to be true?
You’ve got me caught in a twist in my head.
Overthinking the things that you’ve said.
Make me dream that I drive you away all alone.
Everything I invent in my head,
sabotaging the time that we spent.
And now I need to know.
Just tell me that you’ll,
hold my soul ‘til the morning.
Love me to the bone.
Heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.
Say you love me. Say you feel it.
Say you’re never turning cold.
Cos heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.
I’ve been spinning out of place,
but it’s an illusion I know.
Maybe it’s a test of faith,
to leave me feeling cold.
Hold my soul ‘til the morning.
Love me to the bone.
Heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.
Say you love me. Say you feel it.
Say you’re never turning cold.
Cos heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.
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Joe Hicks Newbury, UK
Raised in the rural market town of Newbury; English Singer-Songwriter Joe Hicks blends pop, blues and folk influences,
combining intricate guitar composition with classic pop song-craft.
Since his first single release at the start of 2017, Joe has racked up over 3 Million digital streams, was made 'BBC Introducing Artist of the Week’ across the U.K Radio, and has toured the UK and Europe
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