We're driving slow through the snow on fifth avenue,
and right know radio's all that we can hear
we aint talked since we left, it's so overdue.
it's cold outside but between us it's worse in here
I know this is the part where the end starts.
i cant take it any longer thought that we were stronger,
all we do is linger, slipping through my fingers.
i dont
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