| Cold lips, cold hands,
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| Cold feet on the street
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| There’s no shelter from
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| The heart’s beat
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| Faster and faster,
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| The winds blow down from the north,
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| Sweeping these streets
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| Like ghosts on a march to war
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| A march to war
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| Outside, there’s a silhouette,
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| Changing her name,
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| Changing her face
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| Every time I look away
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| We sway in the yellow light
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| With no more strength to fight
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| So many dreams that fade away,
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| So many lives we just can’t save
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| If you wanted this so bad,
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| Then why do we stand like we do
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| In the doorway?
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| Come in, come in,
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| Come in, come in,
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| Come in, come in
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| Come in,
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| I never wanted anything like I want you
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| Come in,
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| I never wanted anything like I want you
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| Like I want you…
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| So many dreams that fade away,
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| So many lives we just can’t save
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| If we wanted this so bad,
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| Then why do we stand like we do
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| In the doorway
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| If this is it, then why do I wait?
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| All tangled up in the strings of fate
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| If I wanted this so bad,
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| Then why do I stand like I do?
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| Come in, come in, come in,
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| Come in, come in, come in,
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| Come in, come in, come in,
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| Come in, come in, come in |