| Gloves hold you in
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| Accessorise
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| Corners of sin
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| And potential crimes
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| The colds scolds your chin
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| Draws some salt from an eye
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| But even the wind
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| Can’t get much of a rise
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| How long will it take you
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| To want to go home?
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| How long will it take you
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| To learn there is none?
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| You were a sister, a daughter
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| Just what was your role
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| In that family now scored
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| With stitches and holes?
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| Stitches and holes
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| Stitches and holes
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| You got somewhere to be
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| So you can’t get lost
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| And you’re filled with a substance
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| That melts any frost
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| I want to take you to dinner
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| But you’d rather hang out at rest stops
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| Engaging in discourse
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| Better scratched into desktops
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| Then your phone rings
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| It’s just me
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| How long will it take you
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| To trust me? |
| To trust me
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| I’m coming down to get you
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| Even though you don’t answer
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| Because the snow was okay
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| But the rain is coming faster
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| Rain is coming faster
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| Rain is coming faster
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| Water sinks in
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| Faster, then thickens
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| My pockets, my pockets are drinking
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| Your fingers, my fingers are sinking
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| Sinking
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| Water sinks in
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| Faster, then thickens
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| My pockets, my pockets are drinking
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| Your fingers, my fingers are sinking
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| Water sinks in
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| Faster, then thickens
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| My pockets, my pockets are drinking
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| Your fingers, my fingers are sinking
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| Sinking |