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Like a violin striking a flat tune,
Like a werewolf howling to the moon,
Like a drunk trying to walk a straight line,
I’m pathetic without you,
I know they say we come in to this world alone
And out the other end alone we must go,
But Im not ashamed to say
At the end of the day,
I love doing things with you.

Oh the outside world may be icy cold from snow,
Oh true friends may be thin on the ground,
Oh the storms may rage and the truth like old teeth may have decayed,
But wherever you are I m toasty warm and Im not afraid of the storm.

Snuggling up in front of a toasty hot fire,
Swigging back a port or two,
Cooking a chook,
Reading a book,
I love doing things with you,
I love the sound of your keys rattling in the door,
The music of your footsteps thumping on the floor,
I love it when you squeeze tight right into the night,
I love doing things with you.

Oh the outside world maybe icy cold from snow,
Oh true friends may be thin on the ground,
Oh the storms may rage and the truth like old teeth may have decayed,
But wherever you are I m toasty warm and Im not afraid of the storm.