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When the sun is goneit's surely not forgottenit's surely not forgottenby the likes of methough the leaves may dieand a tree survives to blossomso why does that wheel of lifewant more from me? |
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Why does it have to hurtwhen it's... |
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So when the season comes to praythat |
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God take mother to her grave |
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In an endless, frigid, bitterboiling sea |
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I know what kind of sonhopes someone with a gunputs a bullet through her brain'cause |
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I'm that bitch'sbitter, hateful seedthat's me |
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Why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold? |
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Yeah, why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold? |
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Why does my skin burnoff its bones? |
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Yeah why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold? |
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So then I started losing daysaround |
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Novemberand then |
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I fold into the greywinter's coat'cause the things that hurt the mostthat |
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I rememberseem to only show their facewhen it's cold |
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And then I start to bleedbecause it's up to meand then |
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I start to believethat |
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I don't wanna be anymore |
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So why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold? |
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Yeah, why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold? |
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Why does the skin burnoff its bones? |
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Yeah, why does it have to hurtwhen it's home? |
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Why couldn't we stay in churchlike we were told? |
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Yeah, why does it? |
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Why does it? |
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Why does it hurtwhen it's cold? |