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It's cold outside, |
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I think that I, |
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That I don't mind, |
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I just feel tired. |
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And I remember times when we used to say, |
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That oh the things it won't end this way |
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And I learned a thing from my confidence, |
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But still we seem to end up like this. |
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And I know, that I got slow |
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But I won't, no I won't go |
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Now you won't stay |
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You've come unbound |
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Say it's too late |
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I hit the ground |
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Now I stop to think of how we used to be |
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Made the most of the time we keep |
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And I'm feeling caught in a factory line |
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You write the rules as I keep the time |
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And I know, that I got slow |
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But I won't, no I won't go. |
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And I know, that I got slow |
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But I won't. no I won't go. |
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And I only really fall as the hurdles come along |
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This time has taken far too long |
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Now I'm thrown against the wall and my final lesson's learned |
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Got to the point of no return |
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And I know, that I've got slow |
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But I won't, no I won't go |
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And I know, that I've got slow |
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But I won't, no I won't go. |
