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I'm looking for a friend to hold the door
It's cold outside when I don't know where to find
A sheltered place secluded from the race
Of this old life
When I walked out in the down poor with no raincoat
I was soaked down to the bone from head to toe
Without my raincoat, anywhere I may go
I still get wet somehow
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- ©2001 Word Records
- Jason Germain, Marc Martel
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