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My, I'm cold, so cold I feel see the breath from my lungs |
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There it is: blue. |
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The night is dark, my skin is doomed... |
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Doomed to turn the same blue. |
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Here come in close, wear me like a winter jacket |
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What do we know but this? |
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Hold out your hands, I'll breathe on them and place mine over. |
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What do we have but this? |
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My, you're cold, so cold |
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Come feel the warmth of my touch, You. |
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The days were long when I saw you, |
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Found you warming me - and now I you. |
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Here come in close, wear me like a winter jacket |
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What do we know but this? |
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Hold out your hands, I'll breathe on them and place mine over. |
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What do we have but this? |
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Here come in close, wear me like a winter jacket |
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What do we know but this? |
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Hold out your hands, I'll breathe on them and place mine over. |
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What do we have but this? |
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Here come in close, wear me like a winter jacket |
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What do we know but this? |
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Hold out your hands, I'll breathe on them and place mine over. |
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What do we have but this? |
