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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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