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So baby tell me, how'd we let this fire go out?
We're watching TV, at opposite ends of the couch.
We let our passion decline
A few degrees at a time
There's a cold wind blowing, a chill in my spine
Trees dropping leaves in the middle of July
If we ignore it come tomorrow this love will be lost
To The Killing Frost
The heat is busted, and I don't think that you even care
The mercury's falling, and I can see my breath in the air
We're freezing from the inside
I don't know if our love will survive...
So baby save your words,
I don't wanna fight
We need a lot less talking
and more farenheit