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Texas Winter S End

Sometimes it seems like winter's end The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine The sadness, it has left a trace I think that you can see that on

: Sometimes it seems like winter's end The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine The sadness it has left a trace I think that you can see that

concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you, let's

in-crowd, now you're in style And in the winter gets cold, En Vogue, wit'cha skin out City of sin, it's a pity on the whim Good girls gone bad, the city's

far away Far away from always knowing that the love they shared was true Far away the fiddler?s bowing, the grass forever blue It was in the dead of winter

away Far away from always knowing that the love they shared was true Far away the fiddler?s bowing, the grass forever blue It was in the dead of winter

crowd, now you're in style End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out City of sin, it's a pity on the wind Good girls gone bad, the city's

now you're in style End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out City of sin, it's a pity on the wind Good girls gone bad, the city's filled

away Far away from always knowing that the love they shared was true Far away the fiddler?s bowing, the grass forever blue It was in the dead of winter