| I threw your keys in the water, I looked back
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| They’d frozen halfway down in the ice
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| They froze up so quickly, the keys and their owners
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| Even after the anger, it all turned silent
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| And the everyday turned solitary, so we came to February
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| First we forgot where we’d planted those bulbs last year
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| And then we forgot that we’d planted it all
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| Then we forgot what plants are altogether
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| And I blamed you for my freezing and forgetting
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| And the nights were long and cold and scary, can we live through February?
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| You know I think Christmas was a long red glare
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| Shot up like a warning, we gave presents without cards
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| And then the snow, and then the snow came
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| We were always out shoveling and we dropped to sleep exhausted
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| Then we wake up, and it’s snowing
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| And February was so long that it lasted into March
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| And found us walking a path alone together
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| You stopped and pointed and you said, «That's a crocus»
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| And I said, «What's a crocus?», And you said, «It's a flower»
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| I tried to remember, but I said, «What's a flower?»
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| You said, «I still love you»
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| The leaves were turning as we drove to the hardware store
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| My new lover made me keys to the house
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| And when we got home, well we just started chopping wood
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| Because you never know how next year will be
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| And we’ll gather all our arms can carry, I have lost to February |