| Last time I saw him it was turning colder
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| But that was years ago
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| Last I heard he had moved to Boulder
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| Where he’s now, I don’t know
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| There’s something 'bout this time of year
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| That spins my head around
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| Takes me back, makes me wonder
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| What he’s doing now
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| What he’s doing now is tearing me apart
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| Filling up my mind and emptying my heart
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| I can hear him call each time the cold wind blows
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| I wonder if he knows what he’s doing now
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| Just for laughs I dialed his old number
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| But no-one knew his name
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| Hung up the phone, sat there and wondered
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| If he’d ever done the same
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| I took a walk in the winter wind
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| To clear my head somehow
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| But tonight I lie here thinking
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| What he’s doing now
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| What he’s doing now is tearing me apart
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| Filling up my mind and emptying my heart
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| I can hear him call each time the cold wind blows
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| I wonder if he knows
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| What he’s doing now is tearing me apart
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| Filling up my mind and emptying my heart
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| I can hear him call each time the cold wind blows
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| I wonder if he knows what he’s doing now
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| What he’s doing now
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| What he’s doing now |