| Looking out at the cold world
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| Looking out at the cold world
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| If I said I could be
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| More than can be real
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| Listen up, this what I have here
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| Before when we used to be
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| Together in our fear
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| Listen, what I said, I said it to the mirror
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| I tore out a piece of paper
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| Folded up a swan
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| Longing for the days
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| There were hours in your arms
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| Now I got nobody there
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| Keeping me warm
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| If I didn’t know you back then I’d be different
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| But I don’t know you now
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| And I don’t know when I will again
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| Looking out at the cold world
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| Looking out at the cold world
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| My favorite ballads and sad movies
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| Don’t do nothing for me now
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| Unfamiliar ending and sound
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| If I thought I could be
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| Standing at your door
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| Listen, I just don’t know who I am anymore
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| I’m tearing up that piece of paper
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| Righting all my wrongs
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| Longing for the days
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| There were hours in your arms
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| Now I got nobody there
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| Keeping me warm
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| If I didn’t know you back then I’d be different
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| If I didn’t know you back then I’d always wish I did
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| But I don’t know you now
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| And I don’t know when I will again
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| No, I don’t know when I will |