| Janaury leaves on my windowsill
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| And I’m feeling pretty ill
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| And I guess there’s no getting out of bed
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| Grey skies, bleak eyes, and heavy rain
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| I’m getting used to winter’s pain
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| Feeling low this year again
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| So scream out, my hands are numb, my head is dumb
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| But I’m feeling alright, so keep out
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| I ain’t having fun, didn’t see the sun
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| But I think I’m doing fine
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| Rainy weekend, dreams on my mind again
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| And I’m feeling pretty drained
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| Tried to smoke but then it rained
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| Coats and scarves and hats
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| I guess that’s that
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| It’s the energy I lack
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| It’s my lips that start to crack
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| So scream out, my hands are numb, my head is dumb
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| But I’m feeling alright, so keep out
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| I ain’t having fun, didn’t see the sun
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| But I think I’m doing fine
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| So scream out, my hands are numb, my head is dumb
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| But I’m feeling alright, so keep out
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| I ain’t having fun, didn’t see the sun
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| But I think I’m doing fine |