| Stepping quick because it’s cold outside
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| It’s getting dark, there’s a blowing wind
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| Once again, I turn my eyes away
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| Walking fast, had my keys in hand
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| I shutter knowing that this could be me
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| On the street, lost, wet, hungry
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| Only by a little grace of God
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| Providence or a lucky streak
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| Where are we when it’s cold outside?
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| Who do we see in blue fits of misery?
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| How do we feel when it’s cold outside?
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| Is it better him? |
| Much better than you?
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| On city streets, it’s cold outside
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| Hail and sleet in Montgomery
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| Downtown sidewalks, hunger on the street
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| Walking fast so your eyes don’t meet
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| Where are we when it’s cold outside?
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| Who do we see in blue fits of misery?
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| How do we feel when it’s cold outside?
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| Is it better him? |
| Much better than you?
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| Is it better him? |
| Much better than you?
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| Reach out a hand when it’s cold outside
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| Send a little heart and sanity
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| Ain’t it so damn crazy? |
| This could be true
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| Is it better than you without the lucky streak? |
| Yeah
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| Who do we see when it’s cold outside
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| Where are we in blue fits of misery?
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| How do we feel when it’s cold outside?
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| Is it better him? |
| Much better than you? |