Chris Rea

I Will Go On

Chris Rea

I got a cold grey morning
Waiting for me
I look out my window
Sure don't like what I see
Seems like to devil himself
Is singing my song
But I pick myself yo
And I will go on

Black dogs are howling
In the wind and the rain
Seems like the devil himself
Is calling my name

But I can never give up
No matter how long
So I pick myself up
And I will go on

There's thunder on the mountain
There's a wild storm a sea
But when I think of your sweet love
It means nothing to me

So I will never give up
No matter how long
I pick myself up

And I will go on
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