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Out on the wiley, windy moors, wed roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy, too hot, too gready
How could you leave me, when I needed to possess you
I hated you, I loved you too
Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my
Wuthering, wuthering, wuthering heights
Heathcliff, its me, Im cathy, Ive come home
Im - so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, its me, Im cathy, Ive come home
Im - so cold, let me in your window
Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot falls through without you
Im coming back love, cruel heathcliff
My one dream, my only master
Too long I roam in the night