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Lyrics:
[Verse 1] He left the morning after Panicked and confused The night it was a blur But his knuckles they were bruised The sign just flipped to open as he stumbled from the store A pack of smokes, a lighter that he stole out of her drawer
[Chorus] Oh, you get colder You get older Every day
[Verse 2] In the back of a velvet cherub Collecting all the scraps A coaster with a number And a dented baseball bat Dialed unfamiliar digits Maybe deep into Durango There’s a city made of tin cans, and another made of gold
[Chorus] Oh, you get colder You get older Every day
[Verse 3] And we’re searching high and low For a place to call home From Techalote to Brisbane Tucson to Jerome The whip-poor-wills are waking as he loads another flat No family of his own, just the ones that he forgot
[Chorus X2] Oh, you get colder You get older Every day
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