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I said, "Please don't leave, I'm afraid I'll freeze alone." |
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And she looked at me, said, "Oh, you know you won't." |
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I fall back asleep, dream of the beautiful snow |
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I feel her kissing me and I hear my door close |
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And she misses me on a beautiful walk home |
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Should I follow her footprints where they go |
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Across the sea to France or back to Chicago |
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To see that yuppie band or a language I don't know |
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And I don't know what I'm supposed to do |
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The word goodbye is a hard word to use |
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But the trees will bloom just like they're supposed to |
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And I assume the weather changes moods |
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And those trees turn green and the sky, it turns blue |
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On the screen he looks like me, she looks just like you |
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And the question looms, what will I do for work? |
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You're such a smart girl, so much to learn |
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But we'll still go to New York |
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See priest and the killer bees as they swarm |
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And the weather will make her body so warm |
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And thoughts will come, like I shouldn't leave |
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But the breeze spreads us all out like seeds |
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So many things that we've never seen |
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And I don't know what I'm supposed to do |
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But I suppose that I'll help her move |
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She says, "No no no, we didn't lose |
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And the word goodbye is the wrong word to use, |
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Is the wrong word to use." |
