| I’m affected by the winter walk
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| The romantic words who’ll lose their feathers like birds
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| I’m affected by the songs in the air
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| Move the record when strings make your eyes want to sing
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| I’m affected by the column of life
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| From the ghosts that ??? |
| haunts you all of your life
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| And I’m affected by by the photos you miss to put in the letter that you never
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| sent
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| The first words that I thought of
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| The first words that I wrote
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| The first thing that I thought of
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| Don’t leave me alone in our haunted home
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| I really don’t want to be alone without you
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| I’m affected by the worst of it
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| That beautiful awkward and I’m falling to bits
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| On the ground are the pages you found
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| In your pocket attempts to make sound
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| I’m affected by the corniest scenes
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| Of the cheesiest movies as if they were real
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| As a hack who steals your heart
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| For the sake of the fuck I’m a shrugger of shucks
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| I’m affected because you think it’s real
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| From the tears on the cheeks still
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| Tried to tell me the trees
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| Are just not yet found
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| Sometimes you’re lost
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| I run run run to catch you
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| Sometimes I leave the house
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| Now I run with the fox
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| Ooooh oooh oooh oooh
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| Now I run with the fox
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| Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh |