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Here comes wintertime |
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Like a long and dark night |
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Man, I feel so unprepared this time |
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No stored heat, just the smell of deceit and defeat |
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I really need to get a hold of myself |
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If I'm to get back on my feet |
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Cause this year I got my heart broken, my fears awoken, my beliefs shaken and my dignity taken |
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But am I wrong to assume this world is absurd when religion comes first and knowledge comes third |
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And there's a fast river |
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That's a slow killer and cause for bonuses for Phizer |
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But advice her that she won't get her pills if we don't pay her bills |
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And it's a sad story but greed is our top skill |
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So far so good |
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Except for a vague feeling that I should not expect calls |
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And family dinner, long vacations or pictures on bedroom walls |
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These are things I really don't need at all |
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I just hope she's a heartbreaker, |
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A soulshaker and a lovemaker or a damn good faker |
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Cause I really don't care about these little things that make a household work or makes her thing rings |
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And it's a long story with no glory |
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Just mistaken for an undetaking that doesn't need replicating |
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Oh! These are things I really don't need at all |