| Your head asleep on the pillow
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| Your face dead to the world
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| Your eyes shipwrecked in the morning behind curls
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| You wake time’s of the essence now
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| It steals all that you’ve got
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| You can’t pretend that you’re everything that you’re not
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| But I won’t let you go without
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| Having one less thing to worry about
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| Somewhere, all you can wish for
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| Somewhere, air you can breathe
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| Somewhere, just not here
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| Just not here
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| You’re feet lost in the snowdrift
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| Your hands icicle blue
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| Your lips pressed through december
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| Good as new
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| So calm down no reason to panic now
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| Relax and soon you’ll be home
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| Why not remember this feeling
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| Nice and warm
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| But I can’t let you go without
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| Having one less thing to worry about
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| Somewhere, all you can wish for
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| Somewhere, air you can breathe
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| Somewhere, all you can wish for
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| Somewhere, just not here
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| I know, calling no longer heals
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| I know, you think you can just walk
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| I know, you learn your not in your mind
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| Just not here
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| I know, calling no longer heals
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| I know, you think you can just leave
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| Your mind melting, lost in the fire
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| In the fire |