from Brooklyn--
On a cold day, nothing's gonna stop us
On a cold day, you can see forever
On a cold day, nothing's gonna stop us
On a cold day, you can run through meadows
In a graveyard, we'll be making babies
In a graveyard, it's raining up in heaven
Silent cold now, nothing's gonna stop us
Silent cold now, silent, silent cold
A man can be happy with the weather
As long as it doesn't snow
Snow will fall, be a storm, theres nowhere warm
To run and hide
Wintertime is a ball and chain of the old and grey
It's the price we pay for the summertime
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