Black Winter Day
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they were all in love with dying they were drinking from a fountain
that was pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain...
i don't mind the sun sometimes
the images it shows
i can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
you never know just how you look
through other peoples' eyes.
that was pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain...
i don't mind the sun sometimes
the images it shows
i can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
you never know just how you look
through other peoples' eyes.