Intro.

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The window fogs,  from my breath.
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My face pressed up close,  up close against.
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Catching the,  snowfall,  under a beam of streetlight.
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And I?m praying for accumulation all through the night.

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These confrontations,  they puncture the skin.
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Reveal evidence,  that your easily broken.
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Your so easily broken.
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Exposed and relentlessly,  streaming from the cracks.
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At that age where everything?s seemingly life or death.

Chorus.

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Please let the snow swallow the streets whole.
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Keep the bus from coming, let us stay at home.
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So we can avoid the daily drudgery.
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The cruelty fueled from laughter that will echo in our sleep.

Bridge riff.
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Bridge.
(Bridge riff.)
the seasons,  weakening the hold.

The blades dulled from , frost that hits the snow.

A warming, engine slowly turns.

Stuttering awoken from.
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The sounds,  of,  shovels scraping concrete.
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At that age when everything?s seemingly life or death.

Chorus.

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Please let the snow swallow the streets whole.
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Keep the bus from coming, let us stay at home.
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Well, adrenaline fuels my, 
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Fist grinds my, teeth through sleep.
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Well, adrenaline fuels my, 
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Fist grinds my, teeth through sleep.
      
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Please let the snow swallow the streets whole.
Gm7                             Cm7
Keep the bus from coming, let us stay at home.
Em7                         Cm7
Please let the snow swallow the streets whole.
Gm7                              Cm7
Keep the bus from coming, let us stay at home.