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When Winter falls |
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Next year, I'll be holding on |
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To anything nailed down |
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As for being patient, with fate and all, it's getting old. |
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And my mind is slowly changing |
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I'm calling all my oldest friends, |
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Saying "sorry for this mess we're in," |
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And I'm waiting, waiting |
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For the Sun to come and melt this snow, |
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wash away the pain, and give me back control, control. |
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An angel got his wings, |
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And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine. |
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We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime. |
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Should we still set his plate? |
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Should we still save his chair? |
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Should we still buy him gifts? |
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And if we don't, did we not care? |
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It makes you think about the life you've led, |
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Shit you've done, things you've said. |
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And it's grounding, grounding. |
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I've been feeling three feet tall this month, |
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hardly indestructible. |
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But the snow melts, and the rhythm still goes on. |
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An angel got his wings, |
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And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine. |
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We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime. |
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Friends stay side by side, |
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In life and death you've always stole my heart, |
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You'll always mean so much to me, it's hard to believe this |
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These nights in vans, |
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These nights in bars, |
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Don't mean a thing with empty hearts, with empty hearts. |
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An angel got his wings, |
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And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine. |
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We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime. |
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Friends stay side by side, |
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In life and death you've always stole my heart, |
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You've always meant so much to me, it's hard to believe |
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So much to me, it's hard to believe |
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So much to me, it's hard to believe this. |