Love is where you find it,When you find no love at homeAnd there's nothing cold as ashes,After the fire is gone.The bottle is almost empty;The clock just now struck tenDarling, I had to call youTo our favorite place again.We know it's wrong for us to meetBut the fires gone out at home.And there's nothing cold as ashes,After the fire is gone.Love is where you find it,When you find no love at home.And there's nothing cold as ashes,After the fire is gone.Your lips are warm and tender;Your arms hold me just right.Sweet words of love you rememberThat the one at home forgot.Each time we say it's the last time,But we keep hanging on.And there's nothing cold as ashes,After the fire is gone.Love is where you find it,When you find no love at homeAnd there's nothing cold as ashes,After the fire is gone.
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Harold Lloyd Jenkins conocido artísticamente como Conway Twitty (Friars Point, Misisipi; 1 de septiembre de 1933-Springfield, Misuri; 5 de junio de 1993) fue un cantante estadounidense, uno de los artistas más laureados de la música country en Estados Unidos…
