Well it's cold, and you're bored
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From counting the smart cars on 94
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When you dream you're back home
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But the lakeside won't trust you to walk alone
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Hollow trees, talk of hand[?]
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All the neckties are toasting with empty cans
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And you know why she's gone
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Clothes in the river, drifting on
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Slide down south
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When once in a while your confidence leaves you
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Like smoke falls out her red mouth
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Well she left you the holes
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The tracks in the back yard, December snow
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But those sad souvenirs
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They end at the fenceline, and they disappear
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Why you'd follow her there?
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Milwaukee's a deaf ear for winter prayers
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There's no night, there's no day
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With only hope in your pocket, and hell to pay
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Slide down south
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When once in a while your confidence leaves you
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Like smoke falls out her red mouth
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Winter Prayers
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| Iron & Wine |
