| It’s winter again
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| A white washed and frozen sky
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| I came to the door
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| Eyes maladjusted from the light
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| But your voice rang clear
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| You said, «For all I thought Id ever need
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| Its hard to face the holidays without…»
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| Well Ive left my last message on your machine
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| Its hard to face the holidays when you’re looking for the words to say
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| When you’re looking for the words to say
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| So you found a friend
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| To spend all your cold nights with him
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| But if I was there
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| Then Id wonder why
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| You still wear my jacket closed
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| With traces of my scent
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| And Id say «For all I thought Id ever need
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| Its hard to face the holidays without.»
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| Well I’ve left my last message on your machine
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| Its hard to face the holidays when you’re looking for the words to say
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| So stay with me here
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| Nose to nose
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| Cold enough to see as our breath
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| Slowly escapes and exchanges
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| From my lungs to yours
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| From your mouth to mine
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| For all I thought I’d ever need
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| It’s hard to face the holidays without…
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| Well I’ve left my last message on your machine
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| It’s hard to face the holidays when you’re looking for the words to say
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| Stay with me here
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| Nose to nose
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| Cold enough to see as our breath
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| Looking for the words to say
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| When you’re looking for the words to say… |