baby, dont you worry so much
cause under our clothes, we're wild still
and, yeah, i think of breaking up
as it's fall and your hair's getting long
you tell me it's over your shoulders now
over the phone
and it's hard 'cause i never seen it that long
well, i can't even picture where you're living now
so i build these stupid crushes on
all the pretty girls here
and i sing songs like
"tonight i'm throwing gasoline on an old flame"
'cause nicole
everything dies
everything dies in the winter
everything dies in the winter months
everything dies in the winter
everything dies in the winter months
so what?
let's not worry so much
'cause under our clothes we're wild still
and, yeah, i think of breaking up
with the winter coming on
i'm just looking for a hand to warm mine
oh oh, oh fire
with the winter coming on
i'm just looking for a hand to warm
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