It's a cold, cold feeling
On a real lazy wind
That blows all the way trough you
And the autumn begins
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How it cuts like a saber
How it chills to the bone
You've got cold feet and fingers
And you're thinking of home
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If I put my arms around you
Take you in from the storm
From your autumn through winter
Darling I'll keep you warm
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My overcoat's empty
Deep, wide and long
I got room for you darling
Till your winter, till your winter has gone
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