| Backed in to the corners and I’m holding the alarm but
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| The moment I wake up I come to life again
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| Slowly as the light shines again (let it go)
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| It’s the frozen white morning,
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| Empty shopping bags
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| Are overflowing from my cupboard
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| Filled to every nook
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| But you came in from the early dawn
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| With one of those letters (let it go)
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| Sat with me that night
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| And watched me eat my dinner
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| And you pulled a poem you said you’d read
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| A classic of the winter
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| But you dove in to the words spoken so loud
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| To make sure that the kettle wouldn’t drown you out
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| Let’s reach the last few words or I couldn’t remember |