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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 hand We walk the city I talk so you understand So won't you tell me How I know this place like the back of my hand 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 Do you know my face like the back of your hand My arms get cold In February air Please don't lose hold of me out there My arms get cold In February air Please don't lose hold of me out there yeah yeah yeah yeah Out there yeah yeah yeah yeah hey yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah hey yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah My arms get cold In February air Please don't lose hold of me out there My arms get cold In February air Please don't lose hold of me out there There There February air, air And i know this place like the back of my hand