| Let’s count the days until winter comes our way.
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| We’re all tired and ready to breathe
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| and there’s a rumor that there’s a bitter cold chill in the air.
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| It’s haunting every breath we take.
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| The hint of alcohol and nicotine it keeps us warm inside.
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| So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters unfold themselves.
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| And We are all alone, but we’re better off by ourselves.
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| It’s time to roll the windows down and feel the cold air all around.
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| We are heading out of town and not a thing can stop us now.
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| Get carried away
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| Let’s think about all those nights on Luckie Street
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| We stayed up til 3 am.
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| With all the gossip and the latest girls.
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| There’s a bitter cold chill in the air.
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| It’s haunting every breath take.
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| The hint of alcohol and nicotine, it keeps us warm inside.
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| So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters unfold themselves.
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| And we are all alone, but we’re better off by ourselves.
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| It’s time to roll the windows down and feel the cold air all around.
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| We are heading out of town and not a thing can stop us now.
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| Get carried a
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| This winter is much like all the rest.
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| This season’s changed since we’ve been away.
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| This winter is much like all the rest.
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| It’s time to roll the windows down and feel the cold air all around.
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| We are heading out of town and not a thing can stop us now.
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| Get carried away
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| Get carried away
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| Get carried away
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| Get carried away |