Cold, cold, night

Can someone die of a broken heart? 

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It's a cold cold night, with nothing to keep me warm. Not even the warmest of blankets can help me now. 

I know it so well. It's so blatantly evident.(double reinforcers) 

You will always hold those memories of her. 


And I will always be the spare tyre.

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On a lighter note, it truly is a cold night. Brrrrrr

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