So you don't like the way that I talk
Well I'd
Songs were written backwards to tell you how I feel
Write
I am a man of denial
Digging treasures so defiled
Will the
It's not art if you can feel it
If you don't
Winter is here again
The trees are bare and cracking
Snowplowman rides
I'm laying now with you...in the grass
Losing our way, getting...way
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