9 August 2008
Don't your feet get cold in the winter time? The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine It's hard to tell the night time from the day You're losin' all your highs and lows Ain't it funny how the feeli
Questions roaming through my brain I'll be leaving into my grave I'll be dead, hope my soul will be safe For a time, hope forever All the seasons will have been gone Time will come that you will forge
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