| Hold on to nothing
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| Hold on to coldest steel
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| It chills you down inside
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| When you see just what is real
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| Paste it up and tear it down
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| Move it on along the rushing road
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| Seventeen Fahrenheit
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| Feel the winter grow
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| There’s nowhere to write it
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| There’s nowhere to write it
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| There’s nowhere to write it down
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| There’s nowhere to write it
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| There’s nowhere to write it
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| There’s nowhere to write it down
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| There’s nowhere to write it
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| There’s nowhere to write it
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| There’s nowhere to write it down
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| There’s nowhere to write it down
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| Write it down
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| Step down the alley
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| Walking against the stony crowd
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| Trying not to listen
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| Oh but they shout so loud
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| Chew you up and spit you out
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| Crush you 'tween it’s finger and it’s thumb
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| This world in all it’s anger
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| Oh and there’s always more to come
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| There’s nowhere to write it
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| There’s nowhere to write it
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| There’s nowhere to write it down
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| There’s nowhere to write it
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| There’s nowhere to write it
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| There’s nowhere to write it down
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| There’s nowhere to write it
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| There’s nowhere to write it
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| There’s nowhere to write it down
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| There’s nowhere to write it down
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| Write it down |