Lyrics:

Getting through winter
Is taking forever
Trying to fake her
But tryna your breath are toes
Maybe it's cheaper
Maybe the ears left dreams on my tongue
Sick little burn
Haven't got hurt

Soiling a number with top on he turn
We're drawing our patterns in chains
And slicing the butter real thin
You can't keep along
Now talk to me, walk with me
To all we've been through

Hold on to my words
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