| To the road, to the snow, to the parking lot
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| Each day this break I ate alone
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| In the last trace of my frozen love
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| If spring would come again
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| And if spring would come again
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| Me in the light that the door let through
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| With a blanket on the window and the TV on too
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| All the pictures are sleeping and the fern is weeping
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| I’ll be in the snow when the sun comes home
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| I’ll be in the snow when the sun comes home
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| I’ll be in the snow when the sun comes home
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| The house next to the parking lot
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| Each day nearby I sat alone
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| And a ghost time girl, told me her name
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| Will I never see her again
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| And will I never see her again?
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| And no, I never see her again
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| Me in the light that the door let through
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| With a blanket on the window and the TV on too
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| All the pictures are sleeping and the fern is weeping
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| I’ll be in the snow when the sun comes home
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| I’ll be in the snow when the sun comes home
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| I’ll be in the snow when the sun comes home
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| I used to love you |