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baby, dont you worry so muchcause under our clothes, we're wild stilland, yeah, i think of breaking upas it's fall and your hair's getting longyou tell me it's over your shoulders nowover the phoneand it's hard 'cause i never seen it that longwell, i can't even picture where you're living nowso i build these stupid crushes onall the pretty girls hereand i sing songs like"tonight i'm throwing gasoline on an old flame"'cause nicoleeverything dieseverything dies in the wintereverything dies in the winter monthseverything dies in the winter everything dies in the winter monthsso what?let's not worry so much'cause under our clothes we're wild stilland, yeah, i think of breaking upwith the winter coming oni'm just looking for a hand to warm mineoh oh, oh firewith the winter coming oni'm just looking for a hand to warm From Letras Mania