| What does it matter if the sun don’t rise
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| It’s midnight forever in my Jimmy’s eyes
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| What should it matter if it comes on to spring
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| When I’m finding winter in everything
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| Lived in this cold wind city all of my life
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| Walking around still looks the same
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| Same people coming and going
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| It doesn’t feel right
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| See it all now
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| From so far away
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| All of the wisdom that I held so high
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| Shining and useless as this April sky
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| The hedgerows are singing and it comes on spring
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| But I’m finding winter in everything
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| Lived in this cold wind city all of my life
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| Walking around still looks the same
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| Same people coming and going
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| It doesn’t feel right
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| See it all now
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| From so far away
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| So what should it matter if the earth may slide
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| Sky break in pieces or the stars collide
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| The little of sense left in this world or ours
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| My Jimmy took with him in the wee small hours
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| Lived in this cold wind city all of my life
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| Walking around still looks the same
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| Same people coming and going
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| It doesn’t feel right
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| See it all now
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| It’s so far away
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| I’m finding winter in everything
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| I’m finding winter in everything |