| We’re not the same, dear, as we used to be
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| The seasons have changed and so have we
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| There was little we could say, and even less that we could do
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| To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you
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| We bury our love in the wintry grave
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| A lump in the snow was all that remained
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| Though we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks
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| And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we’d speak
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| And when the spring arrived, we were taken by surprise
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| When the floes under our feet bled into the sea
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| And nothing was left for you and me
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| We’re not the same, dear, and it seems to me
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| There’s nowhere we can go with nothing underneath
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| And it saddens me to say what we both knew was true
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| That the ice was getting thinner under me and you
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| The ice was getting thinner under me and you |