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Moved out, can't go back |
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And it's cold out, but I've got a place lined up to crash. |
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I know I'm lucky to say that. |
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Someday soon I may not be so lucky. |
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It's cold out, but it's warm in your arms |
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And right now, I can't ask for anything more |
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but you just keep giving me more. |
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Someday soon I may not be so lucky. |
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Sometimes it's so easy to see |
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but most times I don't bother looking |
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And sometimes it's ringing in my ears |
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like bells or something. |
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It's bright out with the sun off the snow |
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When I breathe out, I can see my breath. |
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And my heart's beating strong in my chest. |
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Someday soon I may not be so lucky. |
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It's hard now |
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It feels like everything to slowed down. |
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There's so many places I wish I could be. |
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So many friends that I wish I could see |
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and I know I'm lucky. |
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Sometimes it's so easy to see |
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but most times I don't bother looking |
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And sometimes it's ringing in my ears |
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like bells or something. |
