i can see the chill in the air between us.
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i can feel a winter coming we're frozen in our stares.
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and we know there's a world outside
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of these insults and injuries
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maybe we're just too, afraid to be one.
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the autumn sets a golden exit the winter is waxing
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that cold sun will shed no more warmth into our living rooms.
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where we dream our dreams, where we wait for sleep.
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maybe we'll wake up with golden wings,
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and fly over a city screaming, take me take me!
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i woke up this morning to the silence of falling snow.
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these graces of beauty have left me so cold.
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i once had a heart, but hearts are like snowflakes
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and snowflakes. one warm touch and they melt away
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maybe we'll get wings. maybe anything.
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just anything to set us free. maybe we'll wake up
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a golden exit. must we always wait for sleep?
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A Golden Exit
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The Good Life |