She says, I would like you to leave
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Between the cigarettes and dirty sheets
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I¡¯d hate to make you watch me bleed
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She¡¯s out of control lying on the floor
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You can¡¯t hold it all together with bruised fists and dresser drawers
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Wake up! The cold is here, it¡¯s finally coming
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Wake up! The cold is here, you can¡¯t keep running
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Wake up! The cold is here, you won¡¯t see morning
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You¡¯ve got to let go
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She dreams I¡¯ll never be free
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Between the makeup streaks and dead end streets
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There¡¯s nothing pretty left in me
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She¡¯s wasting away, forgotten yesterday
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There¡¯s a bullet in the chamber and you¡¯ll never win the game you play
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It¡¯s in your blood, it¡¯s in your bones
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The winter¡¯s passing, white walls collapsing
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It¡¯s time to make your way back home
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It¡¯s in your blood, it¡¯s fighting for your soul
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The door is closing, you¡¯ve got to let go
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Just walk away, it¡¯s in the cocaine
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Just walk away, it¡¯s stealing your pain
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Winter Passing
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| Kids In The Way |
