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I could go wherever Watching your hands move Miss our talks about the weather How you neatly you butter your bread It's getting colder Rotten fruit on the counter You're both getting older Kill the flies in the kitchen Still wait for your hand on my shoulder I could go wherever Listening to you through the wall Smells not at all like home around here And rain the most dependable of all It's getting colder And while we're all getting older I feel like a child Your child --- Child - Cold Feet Concord