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It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low |
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As winter slowly stumbled home. |
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The air felt different and it started to show |
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As every breath resembled smoke. |
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I was short on opinions and I wanted to know |
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If you'd still be here tomorrow. |
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'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low |
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As winter wrapped around Chicago. |
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The T.V.'s on too much, |
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And I don't ever think enough |
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About the things that matter most, |
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And what could make me old. |
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And there's no argument |
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For wasting time much better spent |
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Complacently replacing a melody with smoke. |
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I don't expect a smile when I get home. |
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The blankets that I stole should keep you warm. |
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I hope you never find to fill the hole. |
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I'm futher from the source to feel the floor |
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It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low |
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As winter slowly stumbled home. |
|
The air felt different and it started to show |
|
As every breath resembled smoke. |
|
I was short of opinions and I wanted to know |
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If you'd still be here tomorrow. |
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'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low |
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As winter wrapped around Chicago. |
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The T.V.'s on too much, |
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And I don't ever think enough |
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About the things that matter most, |
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And what could make me old. |
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And there's no argument |
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For wasting time much better spent |
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Complacently replacing a melody with smoke. |