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A cold winter sun, my feet underground A pale winter city, a numbness for sound I'll wait back here. All that you noticed, a moment in time. A photograph lost here since you were mine. I'll wait back here. Or should I start pushing my way back? Yeah, should I start pushing my way back? I walk past your room in deep silhouette. You're tired of racing, you're down and upset. I'll wait back here. A cold ended evening, a soaked cigarette... I'm asleep on a shoulder that i've never met. I'll wait back here... Or should I start pushing my way back? (yeah) Should I start pushing my way? Cold... and the whiskey is wearing, And i'm on the edge of my breath. Oh... and I'm thinking of leaving. I could just lay down, lay down and freeze to death. Hold on... A cold winter sun, my feet underground... A pale winter city, a numbness for sound... From Letras Mania