The heat comes in distant shifts to fill up my room
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It spills out of these ancient vents to meet the new cold
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And I lay in my twisted sheets and stare out at the snow
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Still thinking of the next few months, my cold and lifeless eyes
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I've never felt so separate
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And then there's you but that's so obvious
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It's hopeless and I know this, that's why I can't dream
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No desire or circumstance would keep this from me
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One by one, to department stores
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We walk through the aisles
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In a forest of designer clothes, you touch me and smile
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And for a moment I could want nothing
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Your bright eyes burn through my exploding heart
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And we stand as the shoppers pass us
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And for once I can feel a touch complete
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And I need to just be near you and fill these empty eyes
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But you start turning as resistance pulls you from my cold and boring life
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Let's make this easy and let time pass, as devotion dies,
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The list goes on and on
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I have waited and I will be waiting for the pain to cure the fear
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Patient Hope In New Snow
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| Bright Eyes |
