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Here comes the frost that freezes every year |
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shutter windows hang the Advent calendar |
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what are you doing on your own with frozen ears |
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I know we're changing like the trees in Montpelier |
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you took a job that put you on the road |
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for days & weeks in motels' sleepy TV glow |
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with static filtering through pay phones in the snow |
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it drowns your home by Christmases & love you sos |
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& all our promises come so easy |
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they fill distances til our next meeting |
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but you're always off the phone |
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long before I'd prefer to be |
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& I know that we should get some money saved |
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I've felt the kicking growing in me every day |
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oh we'll live fat & happy when you get home you will say |
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but I'd eat beans if you'd just stay |
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& all our promises are so fleeting |
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when all I really want is you close to me |
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but you were already out the door |
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by the time that occurred to me |
