| Well, it’s late, the clouds are turning pink
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| And I don’t think these skies will clear
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| Well, you’re tired and you’re leaning on the sink
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| I think you want me out of here
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| And I could leave right now
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| Well, I could leave right now
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| But it was you that asked me here this time
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| Breathless and hardly forgiving
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| And you lined up the bottles of wine
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| Disaster in the winds, just laughing
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| And I could leave right now
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| Well, I could leave right now
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| But there’s snow on your cheek and the light’s getting weak
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| Don’t you think we should turn around?
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| Yeah, the moon’s coming up and I know that you’re tough
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| But it’s a long way into town
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| Yeah, there’s snow on your cheek and the light’s getting weak
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| Don’t you think we should turn around?
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| Don’t you think we should turn around?
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| Well, with the sun and the mercury sunk
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| I picture quite a different scene
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| Slowly and methodically drunk
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| But it’s clear that we’re skating to the end of the stream
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| And I should leave right now
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| Well, I should leave right now
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| Hands on the table throwing dice
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| Hands on your knee folded tight
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| Well, there’s black ice and look at shivers
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| On your windows like outlines in the night
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| Well, I should leave right now
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| I won’t leave right now
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| But there’s snow on your cheek and the light’s getting weak
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| Don’t you think we should turn around?
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| Yeah, the wind’s riding up and I know that you’re tough
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| It’s a long way into town
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| Yeah there’s snow on your cheek and the light’s getting weak
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| Don’t you think we should turn around?
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| Don’t you think we should turn around? |