Hey barman, pour some whiskey
In my ice cream, a liter
I remember that coldest winter
I remember her old blue sweater
We waited for the snow to melt away
As the night was heating up
From our conversations
But instead.. It was you who left
Blaming it on my complexity
Lost in thousands broken reflections
And I was watching through the window
Counting your every step
Without saying a word to your Majesty
And the snow was blue
So blue from electricity
last winter
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