Pain, pain, moving slowly through my brain
Pain, pain, caused by my baby moving on again
She has gone and left me like a white plain drifter
With air filling my pockets and empty cupboards everywhere
Pain, pain, moving slowly through my brain
Pain, pain, caused by my baby moving on again
Surely this will teach me
Some women you never get to know
She has surely bled me
She has surely misled me
Left me without my hot rod car
Just sitting here in the snow
Pain, pain, moving slowly through my brain
Pain, pain caused by my baby moving on again
Pain, pain, at christmas in the snow
Pain, pain, time is moving slow
Sure is cold sitting in this cold, cold snow
This cold, cold christmas snow

Written christmas day december 2006

allan James saywell

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