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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 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 TV'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 |
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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 can 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 |
|
If you'd still be here tomorrow |
|
'Cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low |
|
As winter wrapped around Chicago |
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The TV'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 |
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A melody with smoke |
