| I am rag and bone
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| I call this my home
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| A place to rest my head
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| I miss your cheeks
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| Girl won’t you come to me
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| You’re leaving me for dead
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| Complain your hands are cold
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| I know when I’ve been told
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| «The winters on its way»
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| We spend the days and nights
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| Making the house airtight
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| We’ll hibernate till May
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| As I ride towards the sun
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| I find myself missing someone
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| Dust my tracks and leave no trace
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| They won’t make me give up the chase
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| I am thick with rust
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| Was I not enough?
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| To keep you by my side
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| I miss your skin
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| You were my only sin
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| My perfect place to hide
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| Desert me in the wild
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| Treat me like a child
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| Hear the sadness in your breath
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| Call me what you like
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| Your face was cold and white
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| You had me at my best
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| As I ride towards the sun
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| I find myself missing someone
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| Dust my tracks and leave no trace
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| They won’t make me give up the chase
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| As I ride towards the sun
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| I find myself missing someone
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| Dust my tracks and leave no trace
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| They won’t make me give up the chase
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| As I ride towards the sun
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| I find myself missing someone
|
| Dust my tracks and leave no trace
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| They won’t make me give up the chase
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| As I ride towards the sun
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| I find myself missing someone
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| Dust my tracks and leave no trace
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| They won’t make me give up the chase |