| Baby, I love you, but that’s not enough
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| And pulling away has been unbearably buff
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| I ran up the mountain, out of your sight
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| The snow on the peak was just unbearably white
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| The city was freezing, an elegant floe
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| The wind at the doorway was unbearably cold
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| You walked to the bedroom and sat down to write
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| The page in your notebook was unbearably white
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| There’s an avalanche coming
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| Don’t cover your eyes
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| It’s what you thought that you wanted
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| It’s still a surprise
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| It’s hard on the body
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| It’s hard on the mind
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| To learn what kept us together, darling
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| Is what kept us alive
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| Sooner or later, the story gets told
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| To tell it myself would be unbearably bold
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| Presented with darkness, we turn to the light
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| Could’ve been smart, we’re just unbearably bright
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| There’s an avalanche coming
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| Don’t cover your eyes
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| It’s what you thought that you wanted
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| It’s still a surprise
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| It’s hard on the body
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| It’s hard on the mind
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| To learn what kept us together, darling
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| Is what kept us alive
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| Call it a day, call it a night
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| Callous and cold and just unbearably white
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| Call it a day, call it a night
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| Callous and cold and just unbearably white
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| Call it a day, call it a night
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| Callous and cold and just unbearably white
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| Baby, I love you, but that’s not enough
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| And pulling away has been unbearably buff
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| I ran up the mountain, out of your sight
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| The snow on the peak was just unbearably white
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| Call it a day, call it a night
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| Callous and cold and just unbearably white
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| Call it a day, call it a night |