| Trains and snow, swiftly go, I erase the face
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| Carried far in cable cars, I dissipate
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| Even though I know I’m growing old
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| Lights on cars take me home, I glow
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| Streams and rows, slowing tread down cheeks alone
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| Cables spark, nearing dark, think about it
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| Even though I know I’m growing old
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| Lights on cars take me home, I glow
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| Cold snow can’t bend my gold, I know
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| Cold snow can’t bend my gold, I know
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| Trailing coats, stitches sewn, loose pocket change
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| Soothing sky, no rain tonight, think about it
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| Even though I know I’m growing old
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| Lights on cars take me home, I glow
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| Cold snow can’t bend my gold, I know
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| Cold snow can’t bend my gold, I know
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| Cold snow can’t bend my gold, I know |