She says, I'd like you to leave
Between the cigarettes and dirty sheets
I?d hate to make you watch me bleedshe's out of control, lying on the floor
You can't hold it all together
With bruised fists and dresser drawersWake up, the cold is here, it?s finally coming
Wake up, the cold is here, you can't keep running
Wake up, the cold is here, you won't see morning
You've got to let goShe dreams I?ll never be free
Between the makeup streaks and dead end streets
There's nothing pretty left in meshe's wasting away, forgotten yesterday
There's a bullet in the chamber
And you'll never win the game you playWake up, the cold is here, it?s finally coming
Wake up, the cold is here, you can't keep running
Wake up, the cold is here, you won't see morning
You've got to let goWake up, the cold is here, it?s finally coming
Wake up, the cold is here, you can't keep running
Wake up, the cold is here, you won't see morning
You've got to let goIt?s in your blood, it?s in your bones
The winter?s passing, white walls collapsing
It?s time to make your way back homeIt?s in your blood, it?s fighting for your soul
The door is closing, you've got to let goWake up, the cold is here, it?s finally coming
Wake up, the cold is here, you can't keep running
Wake up, the cold is here, you won't see morning
You've got to let goWake up, the cold is here, it?s finally coming
Wake up, the cold is here, you can't keep running
Wake up, the cold is here, you won't see morning
You've got to let goJust walk away, it?s in the cocaine
Just walk away, it?s stealing your pain
Just walk away, it?s in the cocaine
Songwriters
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