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OK hey I'm going outside |
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You can put the plate back on the shelf |
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And it's cold though the snow isn't falling |
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The neighbor can speak for itself |
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And the cold hard look in your eyes |
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Is more than a line in the sand |
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When the truth gets hard to imagine |
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The hours get harder to stand |
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He's a seasick terminal passenger |
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Singing this song to himself |
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'Till the store bought soul on his skeleton |
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Sinks into somebody else |
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He's a see saw |
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Calm in the storm |
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A hurricane after the war |
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When he drinks all blood you can offer |
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He still wants more |
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Landing planes |
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And rumbling trains |
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Are shaking the ground in our town again |
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Thought it twice |
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And kicking the ice |
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I got turned back around and singing |
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Everything's gonna be fine |
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I'm sure that we'll both be |
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OK hey I'm backing outside |
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Just put the plate back on the shelf |
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And it's cold though the snow isn't falling |
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The temperature speaks for itself |
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It's a moonlit reason to quit |
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And nobody answers the phone |
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But if there's still blood left in your body |
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I'll come back home |