| Winter winds
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| How you crawl across the lake
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| While you tease and scream my name
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| Speaking softly in grey
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| Hold me up, just hold me up
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| Just hold me up
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| Shifting back and forth from listening to hearing
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| It’s hard to know when you ache
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| Between wanting and needing
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| And I just can’t control myself
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| Cycle and circle and break the seal again
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| It’s hard to admit it, it’s hard to admit it
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| I’m a shell of a man
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| How you crawl across the lake
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| While you tease and scream my name
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| Let me see with color
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| And clarity from the mother
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| And I just want to live
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| Like I have worth to give
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| Filled with golden blood
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| Filled with golden blood
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| Is this what I’ve given, will I live to see a son?
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| I won’t follow my father, I’m not the foolish one
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| I’m not the foolish one
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| Naive as a child
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| I look for the gods in the stars
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| I stay silent and listen for lost ones
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| I’m not the foolish one
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| I’m not the foolish one
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| Let me see with color
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| And clarity from the mother
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| And I just want to live
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| Like I have worth to give
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| Filled with golden blood
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| Filled with golden blood
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| And we deny it, drowning our souls
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| The haunting quiet, this cold black storm
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| And I choose to live and I want to make a home
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| In this shame I create, my mouth spews black ash and foam
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| Let me see with color
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| And clarity from the mother
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| And I just want to live
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| Like I have worth to give
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| Filled with golden blood
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| Let me see with color
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| And clarity from the mother
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| And I just want to live
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| Like I have worth to give
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| Filled with golden blood
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| (Filled with golden blood)
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| Filled with golden blood |