| I can feel it getting colder again
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| The days start to shorten
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| And the leaves dance like thoughts in the wind
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| Think back to the same time last year
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| Not much has changed since
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| 14 Herbert Street
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| My friends will all move away
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| But I’ll still call them when I can
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| Another day — another train
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| Another night inside my head
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| And not a minute passes by
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| That I don’t think of what you said
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| Another friend another debt
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| I thought I’d already felt
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| Everything I’d ever get to feel
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| The memory numbs me still
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| And I can’t go back there again
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| The tiny room upstairs
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| The year that time stood still
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| You weren’t doing so well yourself back then
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| But you always had time for me
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| It rained nearly every day then
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| Desperate for a means to an end
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| Anything that we could manage
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| To make it stop
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| I thought I’d already felt
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| Everything I’d ever get to feel
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| The memory numbs me still
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| And I can’t go back there again
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| The tiny room upstairs
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| The year that time stood still
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| Midday
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| At Flirtation hill
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| Sitting in your car
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| You asked me what was wrong
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| I said I’m tired of waking up
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| You sped at the fence
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| That bordered the edge
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| And when I begged you to stop
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| You looked at me and said
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| «Don't say it if you don’t mean it.»
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| I thought I’d already felt
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| Everything I’d ever get to feel
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| The memory numbs me still
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| And I can’t go back there again
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| The tiny room upstairs
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| The year that time stood still
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| «Don't say it if you don’t mean it.» |