Annandale letra

Running through headlights, and jumping the curbs.
I'm trailing you by at least a good ten feet (running thought the snow covered hills trying to break through).
Running through (wish it would snow a light champagne snow) walk me home its too cold to walk alone,
Looking for some warmth. deep inside your icy fingers (wishes kept in warm pockets for weeks your icy cheeks)

The K Word - Letras

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