I'm done.
The warm air on my legs felt more than welcoming
As we drove your father's truck through all of the snow and sleet
You turned to me and said,
"Where are we?.
The windshield's crystallized
The roads are black and white
So hold my hand straight through this frozen night."
and I turned to you
I'm all right,
Keep drinking, keep on dancing
Keep your hand on mine,
and I'll carry you home.
I swear that we'll be fine,
Because we're above all else.
We'll try to keep our heads clear,
We'll try to keep our hands together.
I'll call you in the morning.
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