The street is cold, the dawn is grey
My heart says no but my head says stay
My work is finished, or so I’ve been told
Can’t part the three of us, once we got a hold
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The street is cold, the dawn is grey
My heart says no but my head says stay
My work is finished, or so I’ve been told
Can’t part the three of us, once we got a hold