it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
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as winter slowly stumbled home
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the air felt different and it started to show
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as every breath resembled smoke
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i was short on opinions and i wanted to know
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if you'd still be here tomorrow
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'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
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as winter wrapped around Chicago
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(chorus)
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the T.V.'s on too much
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and I don't ever think enough
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about the things that matter most
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and what could make me old
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and there's no argument
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for wasting time much better spent
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complacently replacing a melody with smoke
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i won't expect a smile when i get home
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the blankets that i stole should keep you warm
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i hope there's not enough to fill the void
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i'm futher from the source to feel the floor
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it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
|
as winter slowly stumbled home
|
the air felt different and it started to show
|
as every breath resembled smoke
|
i was short of opinions and i wanted to know
|
if you'd still be here tomorrow
|
'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
|
as winter wrapped around Chicago
|
|
(chorus)
|
the T.V.'s on too much
|
and I don't ever think enough
|
about the things that matter most
|
and what could make me old
|
|
and there's no argument
|
for wasting much better spent
|
complacently replacing a melody with smoke
|
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In The Kitchen
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Umphrey's McGee |