It was fifty degrees in December
And the heat in my house is always broke
So it feels about twenty-five colder
And I can't feel my fingers and toes
I miss the G train with a passion
That used to be reserved for hate
And I'm getting too carried away
With the bullshit of leaving today
I know that I'm getting bored
Real bored of myself
Cause I'm getting too carried away
With the bullshit of leaving today
I know that I'm getting bored
Real bored of myself
It was 3:00 with friends in Boston
And I'm digging the winter's first snow
Now it's midnight, I'm drinking Blue Ribbons
And I'm already sick of the cold
The bartender skipped my Tom Waits song
It's Wham! now, I wanna go go
And the heat in my house is always broke
So it feels about twenty-five colder
And I can't feel my fingers and toes
I miss the G train with a passion
That used to be reserved for hate
And I'm getting too carried away
With the bullshit of leaving today
I know that I'm getting bored
Real bored of myself
Cause I'm getting too carried away
With the bullshit of leaving today
I know that I'm getting bored
Real bored of myself
It was 3:00 with friends in Boston
And I'm digging the winter's first snow
Now it's midnight, I'm drinking Blue Ribbons
And I'm already sick of the cold
The bartender skipped my Tom Waits song
It's Wham! now, I wanna go go
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