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New florence, can you get more cold? |
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It's days this still |
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When it doesn't feel like home |
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To hell with five more gravestones |
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In this ghost run town |
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In my dreams it snowed the ashes |
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As it all burned down |
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What's this? is it luck? |
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The song is proof that it's not |
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Hey! hey! |
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Hurry baltimore, put my mind at ease |
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Let me sleep until the sun or cold awakens me |
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Stuck streets |
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Looking from the second story |
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Of our home out east |
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There are days too low |
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And thoughts grow cold |
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And days i fear we'll end up alone |
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And i don't know how to leave |