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Lights flicker on the wet street

First frost kisses the car windows

I am the man with cold hands

Parking lot empty, just you and stars

Your breath paints mist around your smile

You laugh, draw hearts into the ice

Our night stays on the car hoods

Baby, dance with me in the first frost

Warm skin, even though the street freezes

Your hands are my little fire

Stay with me until the morning thaws

Sirens far away, here it is only quiet

Your jacket smells like sweet night

Every breath makes the windows white

Baby, dance with me in the first frost

Warm skin, even though the street freezes

Your hands are my little fire

Stay with me until the morning thaws

Sunrise melts the cold night

But what we felt stays inside me

Erster Frost
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