Let's count the days until winter comes our
way.
We're all tired and ready to breathe
and there's a rumor that there's a bitter cold
chill in the air.
It's haunting every breath take.
the hint of alcohol and nicotine it keeps us warm
inside.
So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters
unfold themselves.
We are all alone, but we're better off by
ourselves.
It's time to roll the windows down and feel the
cold air all around.
we are heading out of town and not a thing can
stop us now.
Let's think about all those nights on Luckie
St.
we stayed up til 3 am.
with all the gossip and the latest girls.
This winter is much like all the rest.
This season's changed since we've been away.
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