She's Walking Out
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She's Walking Out
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Dead of winter, desolate grey
White and silver home
Climb the staircase, spiderwalk
Into my bed and bones
Can I stand the pain
Of all the things I've left behind
Caught with butterflies
We'll be regretting 'til we die
She's walking out on me
Darker early, four o'clock
We'll leave in a balloon
Thirteen crows are dragging
You and me up to the roof
Blow out all the candles
Let the wine flow to your brain
No ages, no one changes
No one's trying to
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