A cold winter sun
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My feet underground
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A pale windless city
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A numbness for sound
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I'll wait, back here
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All that you notice
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A moment in time
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A photograph lost here
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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...
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Should I start pushing my way back
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I walk past your room
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In deep silhouette
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You're tired of racing
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You're down and I said
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I'll wait, back here
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A cold end, an evening
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A soaked cigarette
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I'm asleep on a shoulder that I've never met
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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...
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Should I start pushing my way
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home
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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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Ohh...
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And I'm thinking of leaving
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I could just lay down
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Lay down and freeze to death.
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Yeah.....Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
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Ohhh....
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A cold winter sun
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My feet underground
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A pale windless city
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A numbness for sound
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Numbness For Sound
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| Howie Day |
