Luckie St.

Winter Nights on Luckie St.: A Tale of Cold Air and Warm Memories
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Lyrics

Let's count the days

Expressing a desire to count the days.

Til winter comes our way

Anticipation for the arrival of winter.

We're all tired and ready to breathe

Feeling fatigued and eager for relief.

And there's a rumor that there's

Referring to a rumor about a cold chill.

A bitter cold chill in the air

Describing a pervasive cold atmosphere.

It's haunting every breath we take

Suggesting a haunting feeling in every breath.

The hint of alcohol and nicotine

Mentioning the presence of alcohol and nicotine.

It keeps us warm inside

Highlighting how substances provide warmth.

So all your fashion sense aware

Acknowledging awareness of fashion sense.

The sweaters unfold themselves

Describing unfolding sweaters, possibly metaphorical.

We are all alone

Stating a sense of loneliness.

But we're better off by ourselves

Asserting independence and self-sufficiency.


it's time to roll the windows down

Indicating a decision to open car windows.

And feel the cold air all around

Enjoying the sensation of cold air.

We are heading out of town

Heading out of town, possibly for adventure.

And not a thing can stop us now

Expressing determination and unstoppable spirit.

Get carried away

Encouraging getting carried away with experiences.


Let's think about

Suggesting contemplation.

All those nights on Luckie st.

Recalling nights on Luckie St.

We stayed up til 3 am

Staying up late until 3 am.

With all the gossip and the latest girls

Engaging in gossip and talking about girls.

There's a bitter cold chill in the air

Repeating the mention of a bitter cold chill.

It's haunting every breath we take

Reiterating the haunting feeling in each breath.

The hint of alcohol and nicotine

Reemphasizing the role of alcohol and nicotine.

It keeps us warm inside

Reaffirming how substances provide warmth.

So all your fashion sense aware

Restating awareness of fashion sense.

The sweaters unfold themselves

Repeating the metaphor of unfolding sweaters.

We are all alone

Reiterating a sense of loneliness.

But we're better off by ourselves

Reasserting independence and self-sufficiency.


This winter is much like all the rest

Comparing the current winter to past ones.

This season's changed

Noting a change in the season since being away.

Since we've been away

Highlighting the impact of absence on the season.

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