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Suddenly I notice that the brightness of the day |
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Makes the shadows darker, makes the shadows deeper |
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As they creep from the corners and a feeling in myself |
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As if I were weighted down with lead |
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Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight |
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Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver |
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All the hours are hanging as if caught on celluloid |
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Reeling ever closer, coiling ever tighter |
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As if they conspired to conceal from me |
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The secret of my gloom |
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Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight |
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Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver |
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Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight |
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Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver |
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Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight |
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Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver |
