We're not the same dear,
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as we used to be
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The seasons have changed and
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so have we.
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There was little we could say,
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and even less we could do
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To stop the ice from getting thinner
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under me and you.
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We bury our love in the windsory grave
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Along came the snow that was all that remained.
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But we stayed by its side
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as the days turned to weeks
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And the ice kept getting thinner
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With every word that we'd speak.
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And when spring arrived
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We were taken by surprise
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when the flows under our feet
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Led into the sea
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Nothing was left for you and me.
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We're not the same dear
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And it seems to me
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There's nowhere we can go
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With nothing underneath
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And it saddens me to say
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But we both know, well, it's true
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That the ice was getting thinner
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Under me and you
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The ice was getting thinner
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under me and you
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The Ice Is Getting Thinner (Gossip Girl 118)
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| Death Cab for Cutie |
