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I'm done wasting your time Chasing spiders round my cob web palace Say you'll be mine I'll wipe the dust from the silver chalice Can't get used to sleeping alone My mood grows dark when the days turn cloudy And oh when the cold wind blows I dream about your sweet salvation Watching winter blow thru the westport headlands I don't mind thinkin alone I don't mind drinking alone But oh when these shadows glow Just can't get used to sleeping alone Sure some friends stop by often without warning But oh when the north wind blows I dream about your sweet salvation Your sweet salvation Watching winter blow thru the westport headlands From Letras Mania