Too many years on the rinks of Montreal
Too many years in the lofts of old TO
Too many nights in the bowels of Avenue B
Too many days in the arms of Lady T
Or maybe I'm just getting old,
'Cause, fuck, I hate the cold
Too much time in the bed of a petty thief
Too much time in the arms of a failed conceit
He told me how he love the best about me
and then he told me what was best
and maybe I'm just getting old,
but, fuck, I hate the cold
Too much fun on the roads of the USA
Too much fun plugging in and starting to play
Too much time on this winding trail
of a tale yet to be told
baby, I'm getting old
and, fuck, I hate the cold
I fucking hate it
I hate the cold
I fucking hate the cold
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