I'm gonna take a stab at this
Surely we'll be alright
Make a decision with a kiss
Maybe I have frostbite
And when I shuffled on back home
I made sure all my tracks in the snow were gone
Tissue and bones it was a tryst
This isn't a gunfight
Checking it off of my list
Unable to re-write
Five years, countless months and a loan
Hope I'm ready, able to make my own, good home
They go, we go
I want you to know what I did, I did
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