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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Culture Club
Culture Club
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pickett
Pickett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arif Mardin
Arif Mardin
Producer
Lew Hahn
Lew Hahn
Producer

Lyrics

I was cold till you touched me Fear had no place to hide I felt nothing but sadness Love is the great divide Felt like someone was counting The tears that rush from my eyes I was broken and doubting Love and my own sweet pride Come clean, come clean You know where you've been Slipping and stepping inside Come clean, come clean I know that's a dream Love is the divide Felt a rush from the mountain Oh Lord, I pushed you aside I felt nothing but sadness I'll be alone tonight How can we lose? There's no laws to abuse There was never more passion in crime You took my hand, told me you'd understand There'd be time, so much time I was cold till you touched me Fear had no place to hide I felt nothing but sadness Love is the great divide
Writer(s): Philip Stuart Pickett, George Alan O'dowd, Jonathan Aubrey Moss, Michael Emile Craig, Roy Ernest Hay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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