Low 20's

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Winter-time descends again, low 20’s seem the norm, so we gather in the bars all night, and drink ‘till we feel warm, huddled on a barstool with my coat and hat still on as I watch the snow outside, it’s moving left to right, and I can’t tell the difference between my breath and cigarette smoke as my boots squeak in the snow, I make way back home, and shivering in the silence as I stand outside my door, there’s one thought on my mind, I wish that someone waited here for me.
Cold’s still cold, no matter where you go.

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from Down, released May 12, 2009

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