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Cold hands touching her face
While you make plans for lovers embrace
Itâs a slow ride back to her place
And I hope that I am not too late
Youâve got something I should understand
Weighing down in the palm of my hand
Iâve got nothing
Iâve got some kind of remorse
About you, of course
And your parents divorce
âAm I the only one who didnât grow up in the north?â
Cold hands tell me where to wait
Iâve been making a lot of dumb mistakes
And I know that I canât feel your pain
but I know that you know I feel the same
Well Iâve got something you should understand
Weighing down in the palm of my hand
Iâve got nothing
Iâve got some kind of remorse
About you, of course
And your parents divorce
âAm I the only one who didnât grow up in the north?â
Well I think itâs time to abort
âCause every single day just gets a little worse
In every single way I feel a little worseâ