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Once it down with the fifth the June
Here in the pocket of the jacket I'm in
Slipping on ice as I drift downtown
Cause that is the place where all lost girls are found
And the cold cutting my bones,
It's the cold it makes me wonder
Why I left home
I think it's time that I hit South for the winter

Told the taximan where I'm tryina go
Find the kinda fun that feels good to leave the home
Seems any city can make you ghost
But New York's the town that makes me lonely the most
And the cold cutting my bones,
It's the cold it makes me wonder
Why I left home
I think it's time that I hit South for the winter

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