When the winter comes
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When February comes
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And a black lantern
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Turns yellow like amber
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I will tell myself to be silent
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And don't go to that house
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Someone will be interested
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What's the trouble
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I haven't been before
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So often at home never
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And I dreamed of a phone
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And he is now nonsense to me
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But this is just a milestone and I'm ready for it
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I retract my past words
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I forget about everything, I turn off the light
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There is no world except those to whom I am accustomed
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And with whom it is not necessary to load the language,
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And just to live nearby and feel alive
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When the sea winds blow hard
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I'll try to lie down and sleep right away
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I decided so long ago and forever
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I'll be ready for every sound
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But in this house they won't make the slightest move
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Blaming it on flat tires
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But this is just a milestone and I'm ready for it
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I retract my past words
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I forget about everything, I turn off the light
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There is no world except those to whom I am accustomed
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And with whom it is not necessary to load the language,
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And just to live nearby and feel alive
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When many years pass and I return to that house
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Where it's always cold without fire and with fire
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The hostess will meet me and look at the clock
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And then I will understand that my house burned down
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I left everything, but I survived,
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But why did I come back to you again
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After all, this is just a milestone and I'm ready for it
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I retract my past words
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I forget about everything, I turn off the light
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There is no world except those to whom I am accustomed
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And with whom it is not necessary to load the language,
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And just to live nearby and feel alive
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But this is just a milestone and I'm ready for it
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I retract my past words
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I forget about everything, I turn off the light
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There is no world except those to whom I am accustomed
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And with whom it is not necessary to load the language,
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And just to live nearby and feel alive |