When Winter falls
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Next year, I'll be holding on
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To anything nailed down
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As for being patient, with fate and all, it's getting old.
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And my mind is slowly changing
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I'm calling all my oldest friends,
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Saying "sorry for this mess we're in,"
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And I'm waiting, waiting
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For the Sun to come and melt this snow,
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wash away the pain, and give me back control, control.
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An angel got his wings,
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And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine.
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We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.
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Should we still set his plate?
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Should we still save his chair?
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Should we still buy him gifts?
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And if we don't, did we not care?
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It makes you think about the life you've led,
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Shit you've done, things you've said.
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And it's grounding, grounding.
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I've been feeling three feet tall this month,
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hardly indestructible.
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But the snow melts, and the rhythm still goes on.
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An angel got his wings,
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And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine.
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We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.
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Friends stay side by side,
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In life and death you've always stole my heart,
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You'll always mean so much to me, it's hard to believe this
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These nights in vans,
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These nights in bars,
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Don't mean a thing with empty hearts, with empty hearts.
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An angel got his wings,
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And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine.
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We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.
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Friends stay side by side,
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In life and death you've always stole my heart,
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You've always meant so much to me, it's hard to believe
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So much to me, it's hard to believe
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So much to me, it's hard to believe this.
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Winter
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Bayside |