| When Winter falls
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| Next year, I’ll be holding on
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| To anything nailed down
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| As for being patient, with fate and all, it’s getting old
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| And my mind is slowly changing
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| I’m calling all my oldest friends
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| Saying «sorry for this mess we’re in,»
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| And I’m waiting, waiting
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| For the Sun to come and melt this snow
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| Wash away the pain, and give me back control, control
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| An angel got his wings
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| And we’ll hold our heads up knowing that he’s fine
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| We’d all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime
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| Should we still set his plate?
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| Should we still save his chair?
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| Should we still buy him gifts?
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| And if we don’t, did we not care?
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| It makes you think about the life you’ve led
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| Shit you’ve done, things you’ve said
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| And it’s grounding, grounding
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| I’ve been feeling three feet tall this month
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| Hardly indestructible
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| But the snow melts, and the rhythm still goes on
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| An angel got his wings
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| And we’ll hold our heads up knowing that he’s fine
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| We’d all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime
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| Friends stay side by side
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| In life and death you’ve always stole my heart
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| You’ll always mean so much to me, it’s hard to believe this
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| These nights in vans
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| These nights in bars
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| Don’t mean a thing with empty hearts, with empty hearts
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| An angel got his wings
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| And we’ll hold our heads up knowing that he’s fine
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| We’d all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime
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| Friends stay side by side
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| In life and death you’ve always stole my heart
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| You’ve always meant so much to me, it’s hard to believe
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| So much to me, it’s hard to believe
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| So much to me, it’s hard to believe this |