| I was born in Tegucigalpa the only day it ever snowed there
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| Was a frozen wave that killed the yucca and the Adam’s fig
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| I always seem to bring the cold anywhere I ever go
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| That’s just the way it’s always gonna be
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| My family moved us ever northward up to the terra borealis
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| Along the crooked pikes of the ruminants and voyageurs
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| But my heart belongs to the smoke of Hamilton and Monongahela
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| And all the dirty cities along the way
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| But you know they all lied to you
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| Them there with the spider eyes
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| I’ll always keep you warm
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| I’ll always treat you nice
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| I was floated in just this morning
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| Woke up a thousand miles from nowhere
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| I’m a broke-legged paint in a herd of unicorns y’know
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| I always seem to bring the gray skies every time I ever fly
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| From all the dirty cities along the way
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| But you know they all lied to you
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| Those folks with the spider eyes
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| I’ll always keep you warm
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| I’ll always treat you nice
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| I’ll never snow on your parade
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| I’ll never snow on your parade
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| I’ll never bring a cloudy day
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| I’ll never snow on your parade
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| Thank you all so very much you crossers of the many time zones
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| But I’m heading back to the place that makes sense to me
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| 'Cause my heart belongs to the snows of Buffalo and Chicago
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| And all the dirty cities along the way
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| Wow, and all the dirty cities along the way
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| Oh, and all the dirty cities along the way |