| The window fogs from my breath
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| My face pressed up close, up close against
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| Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight
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| And praying for accumulation all through the night
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| These confrontations puncture the skin
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| Reveal evidence that you are easily broken
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| You’re so easily broken
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| Exposed and relentlessly bleeding from the cracks
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| At that age when everything is seemingly life or death
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| Please let the snow swallow the streets whole
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| Keep the bus from coming
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| Let us stay at home
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| So we can avoid the daily drudgery
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| The cruelty fueled from laughter that will echo in our sleep
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| Seasons, weakening the hold
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| The blades dulled from the front that hints the snow
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| Warming engine slowly turns
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| Stuttering awoken from the sounds of shovels scraping concrete
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| At that age when everything’s seemingly life or death
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| Please let the snow swallow the streets whole
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| Keep the bus from coming
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| Let us stay at home
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| Adrenaline fuels my
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| Fist grinds my teeth through sleep
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| Adrenaline fuels my
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| Fist grinds my teeth through sleep
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| Please let the snow swallow the streets whole
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| Keep the bus from coming
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| Let us stay at home
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| Please let the snow swallow the streets whole
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| Keep the bus from coming
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| Let us stay at home |