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I wanted so to have you,
and I wanted you to know.
I wanted to write songs about how we're walking in the snow.

You've got me slightly disappointed, just a bit and just enough.
To keep me up another night, waiting for another day.

The city's taking a day off, the streets are empty.
No one's out tonight, my life is in another's hands.

But there's no snow this winter, there's no words for what I feel for you.
It's not enough, though it's too much, why must it always be like that?

The TV screen is lighting up my room and the film has ended.
Every inch of my skin is crying for your hands...



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