| Wind-screen wiper’s never gonna stop
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| Never stop wiping all the snow from the top of our car
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| A car that has traveled so far from our homes
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| It’s never good to feel alone
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| But we’ve got what we’ve got
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| It’s friends that we’ve got in a car
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| A car that has traveled so far from our homes
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| It never feels good to be alone
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| You’re in the headlights
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| Skidding out into the road
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| Like a deer, scared and covered in snow
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| Oh, you’re in the headlights
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| Skidding out into the road
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| Like a deer, scared and covered in snow
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| Flakes, they fall on boxes and tins and cans
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| The tins and the cans that fall from bins and hands
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| And our hands we hold in such a hurry in a world
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| That doesn’t seem to care about
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| Themselves or each other
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| Or themselves or each other
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| Or sisters or mothers
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| Or themselves or each other
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| Or architects or brothers
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| Or themselves or each other
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| Or astronauts or fathers
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| Or themselves or each other
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| Or themselves
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| So, kiss me here beneath the street lights
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| In a lay-by, all covered in snow oh!
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| Yeah, kiss me here beneath the street lights
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| And oh, in a lay-by, all covered in snow for now
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| You and I, we’ve always been crows
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| Hiding black wings beneath the snow
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| You and I, we’ve always been crows
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| Hiding yellow feet beneath the snow
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| You’re in the headlights, darling oh!
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| And you’re flying out over the road, no, no
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| And you’re covered in snow
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| And oh, you’re in the headlights, darling now
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| You’re flying out over the road
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| And you’re covered in snow |