| I’ve been bored, cynical and ready to burst
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| Daylight has fallen asleep, as if it’s been cursed
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| And my face is so cold that I tear
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| But I won’t let this be like any old year
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| This is the winter of yes, the winter of yes
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| I may not find reason to smile
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| I may search in search of love
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| and find no one worthwhile
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| But it’s better than moping around
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| kicking pieces of ice off the ground
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| This is the winter of yes, the winter
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| If I get invited
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| To a party
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| That I may or may not like
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| I’m going to that party
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| And if when I get there
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| Everybody is lame
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| Nobody’s happy
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| I won’t feel their strain
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| This is the winter of yes, the winter of yes
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| Whatever it is, however it goes
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| It may fail to draw me in,
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| but I won’t let it show, no no
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| I have thrown away too many days
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| and concluded there’s no other way
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| This is the winter of yes, the winter
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| I have thrown away too many days
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| and concluded there’s no other way
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| This is the winter of yes, the winter of yes
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| The winter of yes, the winter of yes, yes |