| It’s just the season when the air drops far below bitter
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| I’ve scanned for miles and miles and still it rains a haze of sliced light
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| Tough Midwestern skin shields our weathered hearts for the time being
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| And false hope fuels us like a machine
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| Into a rhythmic dream, I’ve known, I’ve known
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| Once we’re full of life and literature, we’ll find that we connect
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| And I think that we’ll long for so much more than we ever gave
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| Imaginative, intuitive, and so compassionately alone
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| I’ve scanned for miles and miles
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| I’ve scanned for miles and miles and even though the air is frozen
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| I know you’re right in front of me
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| In true Pisces fashion, I’ve faded from this |