| I looked up and you were there
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| Just sitting there, all alone
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| Holding your fist in the air
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| And if you need me, you’re on your own
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| You drove me home through a snowy tomb
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| And I fell asleep in my seat
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| I had the dream of having no room
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| You were there, just staring at me
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| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me
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| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me
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| Oh, to join the rush
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| As the season builds
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| I hear your voice â€~cross a frozen lake
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| A voice from the end of a leaf
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| Saying, «You won’t die of a thousand fakes
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| Or be beaten by the sweetest of dekes»
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| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me
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| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me
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| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me
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| At the lonely end of the rink, the lonely end of the rink
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| Oh, to join the rush
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| As the season builds
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| Jump into the rush
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| As the seasons build
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| You drove me home through a snowy gloom
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| And I fell asleep in my seat
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| Then I had the dream of having no room
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| You were there, just staring at me
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| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me
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| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me
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| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me
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| At the lonely end of the rink, the lonely end of the rink |