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Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me The curtains drawn, the winter sun makes patterns on your face It looks like some kalidescopic breathing exercise It's the same It's the same It's the same... Baby, won't you breathe? Baby, won't you breathe? Hold me in your freezing arms before we have to go I wince a little but it's not because I know the truth The wind-shield of your little car is frosted through the glass A clear heart of air appears as we shiver on the seats It's the same It's the same It's the same... Treat it as a test Treat it as a test Baby, won't you breathe? Baby, won't you breathe? It's the same It's the same It's the same...