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We all obey the seasons, the seasons
I see the warmth its spreading, its spreading
Seeping softly through minds, it touches
Twisting thoughts of evil, it controls

Summer warming all hearts, all the hearts
Pathetic talk about it, about it
Glazed untouchable weakness, to distance
Glazed untouchable weakness, to distance


Chorus
Day turns to night, the way we live
Day, the sun spoils us like a kid
Cold, the men of ice make us so blue we cannot feel a thing
All the seasons repeating


We cant control the seasons, the seasons
The backdrop to our lives, our lives
I wouldnt waste my life, to try to
I wouldnt waste my life, to try to
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