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February Air
If you don't believe me, If you don't like my plans, You mustn't tell me, How I know your face like the back of my hands. We walk the city,I talk to you, understand So won't you tell me. How I know this place like the back of my hands. * My arms get cold, In February air. Please don't lose hold of me, out there. And I know you're near me. I know you understand. Say that you're with me, hey Say you know my face like the back of your hands. There, there, February air, air, And I know this place like the back of my hands