This town is colder now,
I think it’s sick of us.
It’s time to make our move
I’m shakin’ off the rust.
I’ve got my heart set on anywhere but here.
I’m staring down myself, counting up the years.
Steady hands just take the wheel,
Every glance is killing me.
Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead.
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