| Untouched snow covered the ground
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| I stepped into the street, the city silent in the darkness
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| And as I walked I heard the sound
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| Of your heart there beating, still and sweet and unsuspecting
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| Of the note sitting on the counter
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| Put down in a hurried hand, ill conceived and poorly written
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| I threw my phone into the trash
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| So as I walked I felt the wash out of disappearing
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| Oh, the heights
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| Oh, the weight
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| Baby, I ain’t kidding no one
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| You know I never was no saint
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| No, I never was no saint
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| Somewhere between BC and Montana
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| We stopped somewhere, and I sat there and thought’ve calling
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| Maybe to make sure that you were okay
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| Maybe to make myself feel better in some fucked up way
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| As if you’d answer and be glad
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| As if you wouldn’t lose it
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| As if you’d understand
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| But life don’t happen out that way
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| You don’t get to break shit, drop the broom and walk away
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| Oh, the heights
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| Oh, the weight
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| Baby, I ain’t kidding no one
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| You know I never was no saint
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| No, I never was no saint
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| Oh, the heights
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| Oh, the weight
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| Baby, I ain’t kidding no one
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| You know I never was no saint
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| No, I never was no saint
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| No, I never was no saint
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| No, I never was no saint
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| Untouched snow covered the ground
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| I stepped out into the street
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| And I turned around |