I'll pack up my suitcase and leave us alone
The leaves are fading brown now
And I feel nothing at all.
Won't you send my cold heart
Down to Texas or Mexico
And when spring comes a calling
I will run right back to your arms
Cause your hands don't have to hold
My cold heart.
There must be something wrong with me
Loving you used to be so easy
Well the seasons change and I wanna feel the same
But it's winter, and I'm six feet deep in snow.
Won't you send my cold heart
Down to Texas or Mexico
And when spring comes a calling
I will run right back to your arms
Cause your hands don't have to hold
My cold heart.

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