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Love, you get weary when you think of the winter coldPress your head against my windowAnd you curse the end of fallOh, those records you loved as a kidYou always listen back to themAnd you're reminded why you didNoise that faded to a ringing in my earI hope that you can learn to trust meI hope that I can be sincereAnd all you hold dearly, you hold with shaking handsYou always sing your praises in a voice that you can't standAnd I hold back so I will feel your influenceBut I just have to ask if you too hate these distancesBut every passing town I seeI can't help but hear you talk to meAnd I hold back so I won't feel at allSo I won't feel at allYour influence at allLove, you get weary when you think of the winter coldYou press your head against my windowAnd you curse the end of fall From Letras Mania