It¢¥s getting cold outside
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the snow falls to the ground
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and no one makes a sound
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sitting here alone
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and i know you¢¥re never coming back
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now you¢¥re finally gone
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we used to sit right here
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talking about our future and our dreams
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but now they¢¥re so unreal
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Is this the end of a dream
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is this a joke or is it real
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you told me you will never go
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My brain is messed up
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i can¢¥t think and i can¢¥t move my feet
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they¢¥re frozen in my tears
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Is This The End
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| Snitch |
