The Long Walk Home.
It was cold out that night, bitter in fact. The coldest on record as I walked on back. I walked down the street, looked left I looked right, And all I could see was the frost of the night.
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It was cold out that night, bitter in fact. The coldest on record as I walked on back. I walked down the street, looked left I looked right, And all I could see was the frost of the night.
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