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Portable television, in snow
In a raggedy van on the side of the
The it had frozen through my little bones
So you took me in arms, you squeezed out the cold

And oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

New York autumn, brightly colored leaves
Oh, the hills were on fire, burn for you and me
And where we were going it was built a lie
But as sacred as the Bible, so we didn't why

And oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

I sow it at the soil just
Where the rows of teeth they grow in fields of greed
And here laid the father and stood the son
Where the meets the horizon for everyone
For

Portable television, us away
From this burden of reflection we've carried
Oh, the generator's running but nothing on the air
And the static is a comfort, so we huddle around and

And oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh