| I put on my overcoat and walked into winter
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| My teeth chattered rhythms
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| And they were grouped in twos or threes
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| Like a Morse code message was sent from me to me
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| And cars on slippery slopes, they’re stuck
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| People pushing through their mittens as I was beginning
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| To feel it soaking through my shoes
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| Getting colder with every step
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| I took to your apartment, dear
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| And I was a kaleidoscope
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| The snow on my lenses distorting the image
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| Of what was only one of you
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| And I didn’t know which one to address as all your lips moved
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| And this is when I forget to breathe
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| And all the things I scripted, they sound unfounded
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| And it’s that look that you’re giving me
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| That tells me exactly what you are thinking
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| This ain’t working anymore
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| They got their mothers worked into a panic
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| Sledding down hills into oncoming traffic
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| Then parents layered clothes until the children couldn’t move and then left
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| them outside til their noses were blue
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| And I got left there, too
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| I put on my overcoat and walked into winter
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| My teeth chattered rhythms
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| And they were grouped in twos or threes
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| Like a Morse code message was sent from me to me |