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Gloves hold you in |
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Accessorise |
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Corners of sin |
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And potential crimes |
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The colds scolds your chin |
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Draws some salt from an eye |
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But even the wind |
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Can't get much of a rise |
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How long will it take you |
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To want to go home? |
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How long will it take you |
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To learn there is none? |
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You were a sister, a daughter |
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Just what was your role |
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In that family now scored |
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With stitches and holes? |
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Stitches and holes |
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Stitches and holes |
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You got somewhere to be |
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So you can't get lost |
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And you're filled with a substance |
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That melts any frost |
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I want to take you to dinner |
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But you'de rather hang out at rest stops |
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Engaging in discourse |
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Better scratched into desktops |
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Then your phone rings |
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It's just me |
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How long will it take you |
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To trust me? To trust me |
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I'm coming down to get you |
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Even though you don't answer |
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Because the snow was okay |
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But the rain is coming faster |
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Rain is coming faster |
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Rain is coming faster |
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Water sinks in |
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Faster, then thickens |
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My pockets, my pockets are drinking |
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Your fingers, my fingers are sinking |
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Sinking |
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Water sinks in |
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Faster, then thickens |
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My pockets, my pockets are drinking |
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Your fingers, my fingers are sinking |
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Water sinks in |
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Faster, then thickens |
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My pockets, my pockets are drinking |
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Your fingers, my fingers are sinking |
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Sinking |