| You decide to be alone
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| And hell it’s cold enough to hibernate
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| So let her drift into the snow
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| It’s where she chooses how to operate
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| It might be time to pack her in
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| Set the sails and just get all the way-
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| Maybe east or something
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| The west was overrated anyway
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| And the storms coming down
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| These old walls are wearing thin
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| There’s an ache to this town
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| And something’s gotta give in
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| When digging for gold, and coming
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| Out dry
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| Just a matter of time
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| Just a matter of time
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| So you decide to be alone
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| And sometimes loneliness
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| Can be your friend
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| So let me drift into the snow
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| It’s where I’m tempted most to make amend
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| We can wash our hands of all of this
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| And we can hide behind shit eating grins
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| It’s probably something I missed
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| I wasn’t listening when I should have been
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| And the storm’s coming down
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| And these old walls are wearing thin
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| There’s an ache to this town
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| And something’s gotta give in
|
| When digging for gold
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| And coming out dry
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| Just a matter of time
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| Just a matter of time |