| Back in 1957
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| We had to dance a foot apart
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| And they hawk-eyed us from the sidelines
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| Holding their rulers without a heart
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| And so with just a touch of our fingers
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| Ah, it could make our circuitry explode
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| All we ever wanted
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| Was just to come in from the cold
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| Come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| We were so young
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| Oh come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| We really thought we had a purpose
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| We were so anxious to achieve
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| We had hope
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| The world held promise
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| For a slave to liberty
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| Freely I slaved away for something better
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| And I was bought and sold
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| And all I ever wanted
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| Was just to come in from the cold
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| Come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| We were so sure
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| Oh come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| I feel your legs under the table
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| Leaning into mine
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| I feel renewed
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| I feel disabled
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| By these bonfires in my spine
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| I don’t know who the arsonist was
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| Which incendiary soul
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| But all I ever wanted
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| Was just to come in from the cold
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| Come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| You were too warm
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| Oh come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| I am not some stone commission
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| Like a statue in a park
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| I am flesh and blood and vision
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| I am howling in the dark
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| Long blue shadows of the jackals
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| Are falling on a pay phone by the road
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| Oh, all they ever wanted
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| Was just to come in from the cold
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| Come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| I was so low
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| Oh come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| Is this just vulgar electricity
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| Is this the edifying fire
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| It was so pure
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| Does your smile’s covert complicity
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| Debase as it admires
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| Just a flu with a temperature
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| Are you just checking out your mojo
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| Or am I just fighting off growing old
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| Just a high fever
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| All I ever wanted
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| Was just to come in from the cold
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| Come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| It was so pure
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| Please come in
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| Oh come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| I know we never will be perfect
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| Never entirely clear
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| When the moon shines
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| We get hurt and we just panic
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| And we strike out
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| Out of fear
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| You were only being kind
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| I fear the sentence of this solitude
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| Two hundred years on hold
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| For my loving crime
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| Oh and all we ever wanted
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| Was just to come in from the cold
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| Come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| When the moon shines
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| Oh come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| When I thought life had some meaning
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| When I thought I had some choice
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| I was running blind
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| And I made some value judgments
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| In a self-important voice
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| I was outta' line, outta line
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| But then absurdity came over me
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| And I longed to lose control
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| Into no mind
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| Oh all I ever wanted
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| Was just to come in from the cold
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| Come in
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| Come in from the cold
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| Come in
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| You were so kind
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| Please come in
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| So kind
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| Come in from the cold
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| Come in come in
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| Come in from the cold |