| There’s a thin strand of winter inside
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| This long summer hillside
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| No matter how hot it gets
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| Even when the leaves are hissing static
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| Somewhere there’s a cold heart beating
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| Beating slow and measureless
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| Is this how it feels?
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| Is this how it feels?
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| Is this how it feels to find love?
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| You had a strange year, didn’t you?
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| People only too happy to take
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| What was there for the taking
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| While you traveled into every state
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| Except the obvious
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| Whatever were you thinking?
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| Is this how it feels?
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| Is this how it feels?
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| Is this how it feels to find love?
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| Now when the old feelings roll
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| You won’t get caught in the undertow
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| You’re going to stand in the sand
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| And watch them go
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| Lace up last year’s shoes and see how they feel
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| You’re not the same person anymore
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| There’s something new about you
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| A thin strand of winter in you
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| Something that wasn’t there before
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| Is this how it feels?
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| Is this how it feels?
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| Is this how it feels to find love?
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| Is this how it feels?
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| Is this how it feels?
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| Is this how it feels to find love?
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| Is this how it feels? |