Now it’s getting colder
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my hands chilled to the bone
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I watch you breath and trace
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it’s steps as it mingles with my
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own. The lake is almost frozen
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the grass is silver air
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the wind is high in the blue sky
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I wish that I could care.
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I recall when we were younger
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we shared the streets of home
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spoke of our dreams and soaring
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schemes and places we would
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go, if I stay much longer
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I’ll never leave again, I have to
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move I cannot stay, believe the
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voice that tells me leave it all
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behind me, I know that I know
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that I am wrong, I’ll never leave
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now it has been so long
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and now I’m getting older, I still
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can’t find the words to empathise
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with what’s inside, express the way
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I feel and now I’m getting older
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It’s easier to hide, to run away
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day after day betray the voice that tells me leave it all behind me, I
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know that I know that I am wrong, I’ll
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never leave now it has been so long
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Barney (... and me)
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| The Boo Radleys |
