In this cold winter night,
I wonder if there too,
Is someone searching for a home.
And on this lonely dance floor
I wonder if you too,
Are searching for hands that don’t fit,
Footsteps that don’t match,
Slowly becoming attached.
In this cold winter night,
I wonder if there too,
Is someone searching for a home.
And on this lonely dance floor
I wonder if you too,
Are searching for hands that don’t fit,
Footsteps that don’t match,
Slowly becoming attached.
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