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Winter falls and out of fuel we hide inside our shell
No excuse or advice, it's just the way we feel
We will stumble through our days
I will read you happy tales
I will catch you if you fall
No surprise to wrap around my iron safety belt
Maybe we can try some more, yes, I think we really can
We will stumble through our days
I will read you happy tales
I will catch you if you fall
It's all wrong
Winter falls and out of fuel we hide inside ourselves
And never come back out again
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