| January came and took my heart away
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| February felt the same
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| March, my hugs became hold ons
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| April, I huffed like porridge on the boil
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| Morning May, I’m downwind from your shampoo
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| Ichi, ni, san, go, roku, nana, hachi, kyuu, jyuu
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| June, I learned to count to ten in Japanese
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| Dry July, like wiping skin from my skull
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| Instead, I visit family
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| They told me I’m special
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| Hmm
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| Augustus came and stabilised me with my father’s pain
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| Relieving drug, diazepam
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| Life floats away
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| October, I swam back for my birthday
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| Firework display in a cafeteria of my old school
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| Happier my coal-black sleep in my cold, deep bed
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| December, you sang at my funeral
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| If it’s depths to your rivers, I’ve picked one for you
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| Oh, greedy with Ss but equalled by Is
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| If it’s stones for your pockets, I’ve collected a few
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| To hold you down
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| To hold you down
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| Mississippi, come back to me
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| Oh, Mississippi, your coal-black sleep
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| Oh, Mississippi
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| Mississippi, come back to me
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| Oh, Mississippi from your cold black sleep
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| Oh, Mississippi |