| Now the sun was in my eyes
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| So forgive me if I was blind
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| But I can suddenly see the light
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| Now the blinds are raised
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| Now he’s finally spoken
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| Winter’s finally broken
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| Realize I’m heading for colder days
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| He can feel it just around the corner
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| He can feel it on every breath
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| And something tells him its good goodbye summer
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| And something tells him, it’s the kiss of death
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| Losing at the tracks, loosens all his taps, I smell winter on his breath
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| (I smell winter)
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| There’s a chill down my spine, but the weather’s fine, I smell winter on his
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| breath
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| (I smell winter)
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| You better button up your coat
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| Or it will catch you in the pit of the throat
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| You can certainly feel the wind blow
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| When you’re by yourself
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| And when the snow has finally melted
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| You better think about who you shelter
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| 'Cause one of these days it might just be someone else
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| And he’s searched underground and overground for a partner
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| Played his harmonica till his lips were raw
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| He’s looked through tins and rubbish bins just for an answer
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| So far each year he’s drawn the shortest straw
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| Losing at the tracks, loosens all his taps, I smell winter on his breath
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| (I smell winter)
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| There’s a chill down my spine, but the weather’s fine, I smell winter on his
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| breath
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| (I smell winter)
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| I smell winter
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| I smell winter
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| I smell winter
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| I…(smell winter)
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| And he’s searched underground and overground for a partner
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| Played his harmonica till his lips were raw
|
| He’s looked through tins and rubbish bins just for an answer
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| So far each year he’s drawn the shortest straw
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| Losing at the tracks, loosens all his taps, I smell winter on his breath
|
| (I smell winter)
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| There’s a chill down my spine, but the weather’s fine, I smell winter on his
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| breath
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| (I smell winter)
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| I smell winter
|
| (I smell winter)
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| I smell winter
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| (I smell winter) |