I took the bus down Bathurst Street and saw where All the lonely people meet down there I sat on a pile of cigarettes and blew Icicles with one sharp breath towards you
There's black ice, no sign
Temper me and temper this I've tried To fit in everything in a small time The winter brings a heaviness, this weight Is a hand over the things I shouldn't say
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