Fuck I Hate The Cold

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Too many years on the rinks of 
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Montreal.
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Too many years in the lofts of 
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old TO.
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Too many nights in the bowels of 
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Avenue B.
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Too many days in the arms of 
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Lady T.
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Or maybe I'm just getting old,
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'cause, fuck, I hate the cold.

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Too much time in the bed of a 
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petty thief.
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Too much time in the arms of a 
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failed conceit.
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He told me how he love the best 
about me
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And then he told me what was best
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And maybe I'm just getting old,
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But, fuck, I hate the cold.

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Too much fun on the roads of the
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 USA.
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Too much fun plugging in and 
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starting to play.
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Too much fun on this merry-go-round
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Of a tale yet to be told
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Baby, I'm just getting old
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And, fuck, I hate the cold.
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I fucking hate it.
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I hate the cold.
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I fucking hate the cold.
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