| It’s a January night
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| There’s a cold wind blowin'
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| But it’s colder knowin'
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| You’ll be gone a long time
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| The weather man’s right
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| There’s a mean storm hissin'
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| It don’t help this missin'
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| You heart of mine
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| Stoke the fire, read a book
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| Give the storm another look
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| Just to keep my hands and mind occupied
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| Oh, tonight, I just wish
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| That I knew what to do
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| With this missin' you heart of mine
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| I keep tryin' to call
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| I get the operator
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| She says, «Try back later»
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| There’s trouble on the line
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| I’ll sing it to the night
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| And if you’ll just listen
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| You can hear this missin'
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| You heart of mine
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| Stoke the fire, read a book
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| Give the storm another look
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| Just to keep my hands and mind occupied
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| Oh, tonight, I just wish
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| That I knew what to do
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| With this missin' you heart of mine
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| Stoke the fire, read a book
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| Give the storm another look
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| Just to keep my hands and mind occupied
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| Oh, tonight, I just wish
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| That I knew what to do
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| With this missin' you heart of mine
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| With this missin' you heart of mine |