| Got a mirror, got ashes
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| In the back of a hand, the sleeping dead
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| She wants to like it, lying in the
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| Back of her darling’s automobile, oh don’t
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| Hide your eyes, don’t look away
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| This is the bit you’ll miss one day
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| Are you so sure you’re all alone?
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| Are you so sure nobody’s home?
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| Who goes downstairs
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| In the winter, the winter, the winter? |
| Yeah
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| Who goes downstairs
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| In the winter, the winter, the winter? |
| Not I
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| Not I
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| You always wanted a chorus
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| Of approval, I know you’re insecure
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| But so is everyone, a rich man and a
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| Star, they’re addicted and they want some more
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| And all the things you think are true
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| Are written in a book for you
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| You don’t know how it feels to live
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| Until you lose most everything you have to give, now
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| Who goes downstairs
|
| In the winter, the winter, the winter? |
| Yeah
|
| Who goes downstairs
|
| In the winter, the winter, the winter? |
| Not I
|
| Not I
|
| Yeah, not I
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| Oh, not I
|
| Who goes downstairs
|
| In the winter, the winter, the winter? |
| Yeah
|
| Who goes downstairs
|
| In the winter, the winter, the winter? |
| Yeah
|
| Who goes downstairs
|
| In the winter, the winter, the winter? |
| Yeah
|
| Who goes downstairs
|
| In the winter, the winter, the winter
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| The winter, the winter, the winter, the winter
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| The winter, the winter, not I |