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Dead of Winter
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Standing in the dark outside the house
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Breathing in the cold and sterile air
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Well I was thinking how it must feel
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To see that little light
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And watch it as it disappears
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And fades into
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And fades into the night
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So I know you're going pretty soon
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Radiation sore throat got your tongue
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Magic markers tattoo you
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And show it where to aim
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And strangers break their promises
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You won't feel any
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You won't feel any pain
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And the streets are jammed with cars
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Rockin' their horns
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To race to the wire
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Of the unfinished line
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Thought that I'd forget all about the past
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But it doesn't let me run too fast
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And I just wanna stand outside
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And know that this is right
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And this is true
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And I will not
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Fade into
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Fade into the night
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Standing here in the dark
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Dead of Winter
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| The Eels |
