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Jun 2013
Well I rolled into town
At 3 o'clock
On a wonder
It was ****** cold outside

Found an old souled girl
Just fiendin' to get sober
Or she'd die one time
In the ****** cold street

Said "I think we can find
Some of that out
On the street corner"
We got ******; cold outside

I'll give you what I got
But its not all that much
But at least,
Its the ****** cold truth

We can get ****** sober
We can believe
What we want to see
The truth
For what it is
Our ****** truth
Baby were ****** cold outside
Written by
Coates Cunningham  Washington
(Washington)   
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