| Snow on windows, cold in my hand
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| Morning dishes wasn’t the plan
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| But late kisses with you
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| On a bed of brand new
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| We’ll forget we were here and in this room
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| With a heat on our hands that escaped too soon
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| Making me a melody, you write to
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| We’ll forget we were here and on this page
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| With a heat on our hands that can’t be erased
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| Making me a melody, you write to
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| Major delays makes the mind run
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| From one thought what next is to be done
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| But late kisses with you
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| On a bed of brand new
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| We’ll forget we were here and in this room
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| With a heat on our hands that escaped too soon
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| Making me a melody, you write to
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| We’ll forget we were here and on this page
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| With a heat on our hands that can’t be erased
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| Making me a melody, you write to
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| Sing to the blues
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| Remind me of you
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| A promise brand new
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| Making me a melody you write to
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| We’ll forget we were here and in this room
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| With a heat on our hands that escaped too soon
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| Making me a melody, you write to
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| We’ll forget we were here and on this page
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| With a heat on our hands that can’t be erased
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| Making me a melody, you write to |