| This starts with us collapsed in a club
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| Rifling through the things that we knew
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| Could swear I recognized you from before
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| From back home, from somewhere, I don’t know
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| Then in the car behind your own house
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| No king in the castle, tear everything down
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| You start the engine, I’ll start my legs
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| Off with their heads, then off with their heads
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| It’s so cold, you can see your breath for miles
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| It’s so cold
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| There were several tongues up tied in knots
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| Sharpened up with fine words and their plot
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| Reasons that will always be a-speaking
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| On Halloween, on Hogmanay, on Christmas Eve, on New Year’s Day
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| The cadence of a pair of feet
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| The clicking of a cavalry, across the hall, across the hall
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| It’s so cold, you can see your breath for miles
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| It’s so cold |