| It’s cold outside
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| I think that I
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| That I don’t mind
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| I just feel tired
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| And I remember times when we used to say
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| That oh the things it won’t end this way
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| And I learned a thing from my confidence
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| But still we seem to end up like this
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| And I know, that I got slow
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| But I won’t, no I won’t go
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| Now you won’t stay
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| You’ve come unbound
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| Say it’s too late
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| I hit the ground
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| Now I stop to think of how we used to be
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| Made the most of the time we keep
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| And I’m feeling caught in a factory line
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| You write the rules as I keep the time
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| And I know, that I got slow
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| But I won’t, no I won’t go
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| And I know, that I got slow
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| But I won’t. |
| no I won’t go
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| And I only really fall as the hurdles come along
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| This time has taken far too long
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| Now I’m thrown against the wall and my final lesson’s learned
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| Got to the point of no return
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| And I know, that I’ve got slow
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| But I won’t, no I won’t go
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| And I know, that I’ve got slow
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| But I won’t, no I won’t go |