| Color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey
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| Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again
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| Shiver in my bones, just thinking about the weather
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| Quiver in my lip as if I might cry
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| Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe
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| Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave
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| Shiver in my bones, just thinking about the weather
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| A quiver in my voice as I cry
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| What a cold and a rainy day
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| Where on earth is the sun hid away?
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| Hear the sound of a noon bell chime
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| Well I’m far behind
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| You’ve put in 'bout half a day
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| While here I lie
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| With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather
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| A quiver in my voice as if I might cry
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| What a cold and rainy day
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| Where on earth is the sun hid away?
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| Do I need someone here to scold me
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| Or do I need someone who’ll grab and pull me out of four poster dull torpor
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| pulling downward
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| For it is such a long time since my better days
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| I say my prayers nightly this will pass away
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| The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds
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| Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again
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| Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather
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| A quiver in my voice as if I might cry
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| A cold and a rainy day
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| Where on earth is the sun hid away?
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| A cold and a rainy day I shiver, quiver, and try to wake |