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Too many years on the rinks of |
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Montreal. |
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Too many years in the lofts of old |
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TO. Too many nights in the bowels of |
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Avenue B. |
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Too many days in the arms of |
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Lady T. Or maybe |
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I'm just getting old, 'cause, fuck, |
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I hate the cold. |
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Too much time in the bed of a petty thief. |
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Too much time in the arms of a failed conceit. |
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He told me how he love the best about me |
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And then he told me what was best |
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And maybe |
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I'm just getting old, |
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But, fuck, |
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I hate the cold. |
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Too much fun on the roads of the |
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USA. Too much fun plugging in and starting to play. |
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Too much time on this winding trail |
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Of a tale yet to be told |
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Baby, I'm getting old |
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And, fuck, |
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I hate the cold. |
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I fucking hate it. |
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I hate the cold. |
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I fucking hate the cold. |