| The furnace needs fixing
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| The fire inside fades
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| And you know more than all, without a crispy fall
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| A winter has its way with me
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| At dead, dry leaves I’m shouting
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| And dead, dry limbs I’m counting out
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| The furnace needs fixing
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| And I’m left all alone
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| Fall away, these winds will suffocate me
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| Fall away, and frost will freeze my bones
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| Fall away, this winter’s gonna break me
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| Do not resuscitate me
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| Well all of these hollows
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| And all these things I’ve claimed
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| And all of these swallows
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| And the gables they vacate
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| They’re dead daydreams I vomit
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| And dead dry names I often call myself
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| The furnace’s sickness
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| It never had a face, not me, not me, no
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| Fall away, these winds will suffocate me
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| Fall away, and frost will freeze my bones
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| Fall away, this winter’s gonna break me
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| Do not resuscitate me
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| All of my friends are gone
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| Looking right through you
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| I woke up this morning
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| I pulled back the blinds
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| I drew the figure, I traced the smokey lines
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| How quickly they’ve faded, my signal has died
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| How quickly they faded
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| The only way, these winds will suffocate me
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| Only way, this frost will freeze, frost will freeze my bones
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| Only way, this winter’s gonna break me
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| If you don’t resuscitate me
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| Will you resuscitate me from this cold?
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| Save me from this cold
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| Save me from this cold
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| All of the shadows
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| All of the signs
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| All of the shadows
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| All of the signs |