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There's no daylight, there's no sun |
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This old engine won't turn over |
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I feel lucky I can see my breath |
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Means that I'm still kicking in this icebox |
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On the northern edge |
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The vertigo is forming stars |
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The slowing down of a tired comet |
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I feel defeated, I can feel my hands |
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Turning into twisted jagged icicles |
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Hanging from the ledge |
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It's just me and some distant howl |
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Reaching for the big old moon |
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Everything that I knew |
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Changes so soon |
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The fields were gold now they're frozen dirt |
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The birds have all flown south |
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The better it feels the more it will hurt |
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Her name burns in my mouth |
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I feel grateful there's something else besides |
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Mother Nature strains you, plains you |
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But she provides |
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There's no night-time, there's no sun |
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It's all one continuous motion |
