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Midnight ice rink, the lights are low
My breath is making clouds above the line
And every scar along the surface is mine
The cold is keeping me awake
Midnight ice rink, I am turning slow
A figure eight that nobody will see
Midnight ice rink, the whole world lets me go
And for an hour the winter is easy
A scarf is left behind on the bench
The music they were playing has run out
I have been carving circles in the silence
Learning what the quiet is about
A figure eight that nobody will see
Midnight ice rink, the whole world lets me go
And for an hour the winter is easy
