| I see them red of your cheeks |
| I can feel you shiver |
| Like the salt on the streets |
| Trying to melt you quicker |
| At a bus stop on terminal and main |
| Sipping cinnamon whiskey to warm my veins |
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| You were dressed for summertime in California |
| Slides and sweats |
| Made me wanna slide on over |
| Chest to chest |
| Hold you like you're never leaving |
| Even in another season |
| Close my eyes and I keep seeing |
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| Cold water on your face |
| My pockets made for you to reach in |
| Your fingertips were freezing |
| I pull you closer, felt you shake |
| I let you take my winter jacket |
| And I still hope you have it now |
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| Without my love to keep you warm |
| Without my love to keep you warm |
| Without my love to keep you warm |
| To keep you warm without me |
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| Walking home in the dark when you need somebody |
| Put it on, feel my arms wrapped around your body |
| I know it's not the same thing |
| But I remember everything |
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| You were dressed for summertime in California |
| Slides and sweats |
| Made me wanna slide on over |
| Chest to chest |
| Hold you like you're never leaving |
| Even in another season |
| Close my eyes and I keep seeing |
|
| Cold water on your face |
| My pockets made for you to reach in |
| Your fingertips were freezing |
| I pull you closer, felt you shake |
| I let you take my winter jacket |
| And I still hope you have it now |
|
| Without my love to keep you warm |
| Without my love to keep you warm |
| Without my love to keep you warm |
| To keep you warm without me |
|
| Without my love to keep you warm |
| Without my love to keep you warm |
| Without my love to keep you warm |
| To keep you warm without me |
|
| I pull you closer, felt you shake |
| I let you take my winter jacket |
| And I still hope you have it |
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