January
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All of us are searching for an open arm.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark
When it's the same old word giving me the spark.
I washed my wounds with tears of hope.
Well, it's a shame how I pull myself apart.
When it's the same words making me run for cover to your arms.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark
When it's the same old word giving me the spark.
When it's the same words making me run for cover to your arms.
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