Из альбома: Cold

I stagger out into this fading day
The mood is vacant and the clouds are grey
This day seems so bare and this air is so cold

I look around, then slide...i feel so old

And then i think about the little things i think About
And then i feel and i remember
And then i look around and see the things i always See
Then i slip hard as i remember

And then i...

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