Oh my friend, you look so cold
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Frozen in thought, please take my coat
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I'll warm your heart until it burns
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I know that things can't get much worse
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When a doctor is prescribing soap and water for your living hell
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And a heavenly choir of angels are p***ing down your wishing well
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The screaming stars will light our way
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The screaming stars will light our way
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Oh my friend, you seem so pale
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The highest point, the dove-tail
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The simple shapes and colours form against the trees
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The sweetest tonic for the disease
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And a doctor is prescribing soap and water for your living hell
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While a heavenly choir of angels are p***ing down your wishing well
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November,
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Take my coat, it's cold
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The screaming stars will light our way
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The screaming stars will light our way
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The screaming stars light our way
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The screaming stars will light our way
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November,
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Take my coat, it's cold.
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November 5th
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| My Life Story |
