| It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
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| As winter slowly stumbled home
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| The air felt differnt and it started to show
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| As every breath resembled smoke
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| I was short of opinions and I wanted to know
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| If you’d still be here tomorrow
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| Cuz it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
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| As winter wrapped around Chicago
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| The T.V.'s on too much
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| And I don’t ever think enough
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| About the things that matter most
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| Or what can make me old
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| And there’s no argument
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| For wasting time much better spent
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| Complacently replacing
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| A melody with smoke
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| I don’t expect a smile when I come home
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| But the blankets that I stole should keep you warm
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| I hope there’s not enough to fill a hole
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| I’m further from the source to feel the floor
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| It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
|
| As winter slowly stumbled home
|
| The air felt differnt and it started to show
|
| As every breath resembled smoke
|
| I was short of opinions and I wanted to know
|
| If id see your face tomorrow
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| Cuz it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
|
| As winter wrapped around Chicago
|
| The T.V.'s on too much
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| And I don’t give a flying fuck
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| About the things that matter most
|
| Or what can make me old
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| And there’s no argument
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| For wasting time on the internet
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| Complacently replacing
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| A melody with smoke |