Before This Day Ends — текст песни (Kitty Wells)

They say that my kind of love is blind some even say I must have lost my mind
But if I knew I`d never kiss your lips again I`d rather die before this day ends
Seeds of gossip always grow till they kill the fragrant of the sweetest rose
But if I thought that you would let a doubt come in
I`d rather die before this day ends
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All of everything is nothing without you and many dreams I dream the way I do
Without your love before another day begins I`d rather die before this day ends
Seeds of gossip always grow...