Words and music by Roddy Frame
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Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
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Chill will wake you, high and dry
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You'll wonder why
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We met in the summer and walked 'til the fall
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And breathless we talked, it was tongues.
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Despite what they'll say, it wasn't youth, we hit the truth
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Faces of Strummer that fell from your wall
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And was left were they hung
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So sweet and bitter, they're what we found
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So drink them down and
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Chorus
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Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
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Chill will wake you, high and dry
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You'll wonder why.
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Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
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Chance is buried just below the blinding snow.
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You burn in the breadline and ribbons and all
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So walk to winter
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You won't be late, you always wait
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This generation, the walk to wall
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But I'm not angry, get your gear
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Get out of here and
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Chorus
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Walk Out to Winter
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