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Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me |
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The curtains drawn the winter sun makes patterns on your face |
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It looks like some kaleidoscopic breathing exercise |
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It's the same, it's the same, it's the same |
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It's the same, it's the same, it's the same |
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Baby, won't you breathe? |
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Baby, won't you breathe? |
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Hold me in your freezin' arms before we have to go |
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I wince a little, but it's not because I know the truth |
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The windshield of your little car is frosted through the glass |
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A clear heart of air appears as we shiver on the seats |
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It's the same, it's the same, it's the same |
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It's the same, it's the same, it's the same |
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Treat it as a test |
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Treat it as a test |
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Baby, won't you breathe? |
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Baby, won't you breathe? |
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It's the same, it's the same, it's the same |
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It's the same, it's the same, it's the same |
