| It’s getting much colder beyond
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| The sky’s bright light
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| I see white smoke fading
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| Upon last summer’s sun
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| Dissolving into honey I let
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| My lonely bones speak louder
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| And I can’t tell the colour
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| Of your eyes, but I feel them
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| Burn a fire through my skin
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| And the rain runs up
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| And down my gutters
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| You hang inside me
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| Build my sweet ruin
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| Dust rests on my floor and I dance on its dirt
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| This home wasn’t made for one
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| Winter falls upon me, so blue and icy chic
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| It crawls into my steel heart
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| And the rain runs up and down my curtains
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| With tiny feet that I long to find
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| And I wish I knew you like I knew them
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| You are more beautiful in the rainfall
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| There is solitude on the river
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| She mirrors the dark folk and the haze
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| You run through me and I shiver
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| Like black ice on my grave
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| Ooh, ooh…
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| Its heavy in my blood
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| I am no longer light
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| I feel lead in my chest
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| Running by the freight trains
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| I’m hiding with the homely
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| In their cardboard beds
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| And I wish I had the touch
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| Of your hands but I feel them
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| Running a symphony
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| And I wish I knew you
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| Like I knew your songs
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| But I’m just a wretch
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| Resting on your chords
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| There is solitude on the river
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| She mirrors the dark folk and the haze
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| You run through me and I shiver like
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| Black ice on my grave
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| There is solitude on the river
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| She mirrors the dark folk and the haze
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| You run through me and I shiver like
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| Black ice on my grave
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| You are my saving grace the songbird
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| That lands on my hand, to bring me life
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| I want to cherish you for longer
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| Than your wings will let you fly |