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Last time I saw him it was turning colder |
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But that was years ago |
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Last I heard he had moved to Boulder |
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Where he s now, I don t know |
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There s something bout this time of year |
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That spins my head around |
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Takes me back, makes me wonder |
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What he s doing now |
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What he s doing now is tearing me apart |
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Filling up my mind and emptying my heart |
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I can hear him call each time the cold wind blows |
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I wonder if he knows what he s doing now |
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Just for laughs I dialled his old number |
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But no-one knew his name |
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Hung up the phone, sat there and wondered |
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If he d ever done the same |
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I took a walk in the winter wind |
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To clear my head somehow |
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But tonight I lie here thinking |
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What he s doing now |
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What he s doing now is tearing me apart |
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Filling up my mind and emptying my heart |
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I can hear him call each time the cold wind blows |
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I wonder if he knows |
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What he s doing now is tearing me apart |
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Filling up my mind and emptying my heart |
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I can hear him call each time the cold wind blows |
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I wonder if he knows what he s doing now |
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What he s doing now |
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What he s doing now |
