Bless the snow and the frigid winter,
count the days and the ways I miss her
Wait for the wind to bring anything but change
Cast aside my depression, trace the line of her impression
Seal up my message and leave out my last name
I'll do a line, just to waste my time
soak up the grime and add it to the lonely mix of faded jokes and parlor tricks
Combine it with a lucky turn add a match and smile
Watch it burn
Burn it up I'll watch it burn-burn it up I'll watch it
Watch it burn
And I will swallow you germs
Leave it up to your inspection, suffer through all your corrections
Waiting pays off ten to one, I'm placing my last bets
You swing the axe, I'll swing the hammer, a verbal quiz to test my grammar
For desert a plate of Jello 1-2-3 its set
She waits for an hour before she walks away
She counts 1-2-3, I got nothing to say
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