like winter, you're bitter and you're sweet.
and spring too, summer and fall,
i need you around all the time like i need to taste
the different texture of every november.
you're not just a pretty face.
you're not just a pretty face.
this winter is too cold,
it will be my first toronto december in two years.
yeah, this cold cuts and snow is sore;
i'd go but
my home is here and i can't leave you.
i wish i wish i wish there was away for me to drive you there,
because you're welcome with me any time you like.
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