You put a little black flower
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in my left shirt-pocket
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I still feel it now as something heavy
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But it's losing leaves somehow
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We wait for nothing now
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We were never really close
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Don't pretend there's not ice
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in your blood
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So please hush we're at the edge
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One of us needs to jump or push
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And so your eyes starts running
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but your face looks cold
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Because it's just cold when
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it's not right
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And it's a heartache
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that you never could satisfy
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It's just cold with frozen kisses
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and a breath of ice
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It's just cold when it's not right
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Is this a goodbye?
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Now you're holding my hand until
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your knuckles are turning white
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On my skin there's frost and yes I
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feel sorry but for time lost
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Spent in your cold embrace
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I didn't chose this but it's the time
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and it's the place
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We're at the edge of the cliff
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One of us needs to jump or push
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Your eyes starts running
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but your face looks old
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And it's just cold when it's not right
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And it's a heartache
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that you never could satisfy
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It's just cold with frozen kisses and
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a breath of ice
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It's just cold when it's not right
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Is this a goodbye?
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And it's just cold when it's not right
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And it's a heartache
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that you never could satisfy
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This could be a good
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A real good
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A goodbye
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Cold
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Blindside |