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Black ice and a freezing drive |
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I'll tear you up just to prove you're mine |
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And I'll tear her out of your mind |
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From crawling circles inside |
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Wrote your name in the steamed up glass |
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I feel dead like the winter grass |
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And I'm changing all of the time |
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Turning circles inside |
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Something dies when you fall in love |
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Something dies when you fall in love |
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Something lives when you've had enough of driving over the ice |
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I can feel the warmth you could bring |
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Like the burn of the wind to my skin |
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I can feel the pain of your ice cold sting |
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It's wasteland by the motorway |
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We both thrive in disarray |
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White lines flashing below |
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Take me down when you go |
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Choices made on frantic nights |
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Now the consequence is burning bright |
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But I can pull you away |
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From a dead and shivering flame |
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Something dies when you fall in love |
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Something dies when you fall in love |
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Something lives when you've had enough of driving over the ice |
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I can feel the warmth you could bring |
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Like the burn of the wind to my skin |
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I can feel the pain of your ice cold sting |