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Promise
Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.
Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home now so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home now so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh, it gets dark!
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.
Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home now so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home now so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh, it gets dark!