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I put on my overcoat and walked into winter |
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My teeth chattered rhythms |
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And they were grouped in twos and threes |
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Like a Morse code message was sent from me to me |
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And cars on slippery slopes were stuck |
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People pushing through their mittens |
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As I was beginning |
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To feel it soaking through my shoes |
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Getting colder with every step I took |
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To your apartment, dear |
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I was a kaleidoscope |
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The snow on my lenses distorting the image |
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Of what was only one of you |
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And I didn't know which one to address |
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As all your lips moved |
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And this is when I forget to breathe |
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And all the things I scripted |
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They sound unfounded |
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And it's that look that you're giving me |
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That tells me exactly what you are thinking |
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"This ain't working anymore" |
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They got their mothers worked into a panic |
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Sledding down hills into oncoming traffic |
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And parents layered clothes |
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Until the children couldn't move then |
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And left them outside until their noises were blue |
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And I got left there, too |
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I put on my overcoat and walked into winter |
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My teeth chattered rhythms |
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And they were grouped in twos and threes |
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Like a Morse code message was sent from me to me |