| The water froze on my birthday
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| But then I was on a trip with you and some friends
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| And when I got home the next day
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| Had the cats driti three new places
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| Just do not say at checkout
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| Do not know if I would have done anything there either
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| And my plates were strewn across the floor
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| Without cover and bottles and ashes everywhere
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| And a guy was lying in my bed
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| And it was cold
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| The coldest day
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| Everywhere
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| The coldest day in Ninety-eight
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| And the day agreed to heat pipes in the basement
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| And get a paraffin stove expert
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| And talk to a striptease dancer
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| Who had a present for my brother
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| He's the one I live with
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| And Maya she is a quarter gypsy round and beautiful and good
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| She thinks she loves him
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| While drinking beer and playing guitar all day long
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| And this is where we practice
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| Even though it's cold
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| And there's a big hole in the ceiling
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| Outside it is snowing everywhere
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| And I intensely wished you were close
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| And not there that you were here
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| It would soothe and be warm even without clothes
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| Because only you could get me in a really good mood
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| I sat there smoking and freezing
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| And wished I was born much longer looking
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| If you had only been there, everything would have been fine
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| If you had only been here, everything would have been fine
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| If you had only been there, everything would have been fine
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| But the next day I loved the old house again
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| Where it stood and toasted
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| Long after the trailers had passed
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| I had a little wood I sat there and enjoyed it
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| And seeing the sun turned out that was what was going to happen
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| And someone in there played and sang for me
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| And I had already done a sensible thing
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| Called you |