| Even as the snow is falling
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| Dark December nights are calling
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| Memories of early warning signs
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| Like a whisper in the mind
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| I put my brave face on
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| Robbed of the love I owned
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| It’s the end of the affair
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| We are not who we once were
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| Hard to be open when all facts are in
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| Hard to write endings before we begin
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| It’s the end of the affair
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| And it seems we no longer care
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| Absence makes the heart grow fonder
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| Well I was fond but now I’m harder
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| So here we are in somber silence
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| With no one else but us to blame
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| Hard to be honest when others pretend
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| Hard to begin when we already know the end
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| It’s the end of the affair
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| And it seems we no longer care |