| The wind is cold tonight
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| Or so I am told
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| I don’t really know
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| And as I kill my life
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| There’s nothing left to show
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| How does that blow hit you?
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| And if I change am I denying what was said?
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| If I remain the same
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| am I creating greater problems instead?
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| Do you ever think you’re being thought about?
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| Do you still believe we need to sort things out?
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| Does it matter now
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| All those things we said
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| I want to know can I still creep into your bed at night?
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| Leave your head alone
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| Well, the wind is cold tonight
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| Or so I am told
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| I don’t really know, no And as I kill my life
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| There’s nothing left to show
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| How does that blow hit you?
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| And if I change am I denying what was said?
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| If I remain the same
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| am I creating greater problems instead?
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| Do you ever think you’re being thought about?
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| Do you still believe we need to sort things out?
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| Does it matter now
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| All those things we said
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| I want to know can I still creep into your bed at night?
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| Leave your head alone |