| The life in this room could melt the snow outside…
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| if we tried.
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| I thought I found myself a reason to be breathing out here.
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| I thought I had this figured out.
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| But every year the faces changing have been estranging me from all I thought I
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| knew about this town.
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| Drink down your sorrows and regrets.
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| Smoke up the weight of one more year.
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| I’m sick of feeling down and out, when in a way all I ever wanted was a reason.
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| The life in this room could keep us warm all night.
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| The heat’s escaping through our hands.
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| And sometimes it feels like I’m drowning in the half-full half of a long
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| abandoned half-empty glass.
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| Drink down your sorrows and regrets.
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| Smoke up the weight of one more year.
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| I’m sick of feeling down and out, when in a way all I ever wanted was a reason
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| to feel like our lives were moving on without our feet staying on the run.
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| To brave the cold for another night because you’re as cold as it is outside.
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| You talk about next year like it will be no different from the last.
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| Fuck, that was fast.
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| I live my life in fear of knowing I could have lived each day a little better.
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| But my throat’s been getting redder. |