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You decide to be alone. |
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And hell it's cold enough to hibernate |
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So let her drift into the snow. |
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It's where she chooses how to operate. |
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It might be time to pack her in. |
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Set the sails and just get all the way- |
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Maybe east or something. |
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The west was overrated anyway |
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And the storms coming down. |
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These old walls are wearing thin. |
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There's an ache to this town. |
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And something's gotta give in |
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When digging for gold, and coming |
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Out dry. |
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Just a matter of time. |
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Just a matter of time. |
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So you decide to be alone |
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And sometimes loneliness |
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Can be your friend |
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So let me drift into the snow |
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It's where I'm tempted most to make amend |
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We can wash our hands of all of this. |
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And we can hide behind shit eating grins. |
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It's probably something I missed. |
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I wasn't listening when I should have been |
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And the storm's coming down. |
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And these old walls are wearing thin. |
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There's an ache to this town |
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And something's gotta give in |
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When digging for gold |
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And coming out dry. |
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Just a matter of time. |
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Just a matter of time. |
