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I feel differently about the way snow piles up On my doorstep now like a little wall We used to be friends, what happened to that? I never reach out and you never call Another season in the city Another reason for it to pour Maybe you don't have my number anymore Kicking off our salty boots in the hallway When our socks were damp I'm numb now to the image of Your cold hand flicking off the lamp We used to get excited for the darkness But what for? Maybe you don't havе my number anymore Maybe you don't havе my number anymore Maybe you don't have my number anymore I feel differently about the way snow piles up On my doorstep now like a little wall