I wait for a friend to come and make me warm.
Alone outside this cold December day.
Some wonder why I wait and who for.
'Cause so far I'm not drawing any names.
I don't expect to find one anyway.
I might make it through the night.
I've wasted all my days all alone.
Freezing winds blow all my cares away.
I've always yearned for love to call my own.
Anyone who'd always want to stay.
I don't expect to find one anyway.
I might make it through the night.
I might make it through the night.
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