| Am i still really here even though I hate this weather
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| And with each passing year i swear it’s my last winter
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| But i’m still living here with wet hands stuck in the freezer
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| I’ve got a choice and either way it’s gonna sting
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| Goddamn it’s cold
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| I haven’t seen the sun in weeks
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| And I hate this weather
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| Cold
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| Like hell it’s cold
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| The gray is creeping onto me
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| So let’s stick together
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| Cold
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| It used to be different here
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| My friends they all lived so close
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| But when the first frost appeared they flew west before the lake froze
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| Now I’m still dying here with my tongue against the flagpole
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| I’ll be numb soon but i’ll save face waiting 'til spring
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| Will i hold on until the snow turns to rain
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| Can i hold on until i see you again
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| The warnings were clear
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| Nothing grows in the tundra
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| Now i’ve been frozen for years
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| And still begging for the summer to get me out of here
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| But i can’t wait any longer
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| This town can keep all of the flesh i leave behind
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| Goddamn it’s cold
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| I think the sun has gone to sleep
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| And i hate this weather
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| Cold
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| Aw fuck it’s cold
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| The gray is taking over me
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| So goodbye forever
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| Cold
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| Now i’m told that the crew is deicing my plane
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| So just hold on i’m coming to see you again |