A cold winter sun, my feet underground
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A pale winter city, a numbness for sound
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I'll wait back here.
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All that you noticed, a moment in time.
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A photograph lost here since you were mine.
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I'll wait back here.
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Or should I start pushing my way back?
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Yeah, should I start pushing my way back?
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I walk past your room in deep silhouette.
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You're tired of racing, you're down and upset.
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IĄŻll wait back here.
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A cold ended evening, a soaked cigarette...
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I'm asleep on a shoulder that i've never met.
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IĄŻll wait back here...
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Or should I start pushing my way back? (yeah)
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Should I start pushing my way?
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Cold... and the whiskey is wearing,
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And i'm on the edge of my breath.
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Oh... and I'm thinking of leaving.
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I could just lay down, lay down and freeze to death.
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Hold on...
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A cold winter sun, my feet underground...
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A pale winter city, a numbness for sound...
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Numbness For Sound (Live In Norfolk)
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| Howie Day |
