I hear that you got yourself a house
and all your
I’ve had my share of my bad times
I’ve been shooting
Is your skin your skeletons
Splinters my daydreams
Under surface see is
Windows close just like my eyelids as i'm sleeping,
Lift the
Finally close the door
You’ve left open wide.
Lock it
so christmas is here again with its tinsel and lights
the
I don’t know where the evening’s gone.
The celebration’s almost
In the wintertime
Keep your feet warm,
Keep your clothes on
And don't
Well, it's back to the battle today.
But I wouldn't have
Ive left my friend
oh, the train came in on
In the fall the air is dry
In the shadow
I'll be back tomorrow that is if you're here and
My weekdays
So busy its my schedule
Well giving in my apartments
Oh, I’m still living
At the old address
And I’m waiting on
I’ve grown accustomed to you.
I’ve grown accustomed to you.
The way
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