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Bright Eyes - If Winter Ends.
I dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold, winter-set heart
With heat to melt these frozen tears and burn with reasons as to carry on
Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow
But I swear that I would follow anything- just get me out of here
But you get six months to adapt and you get two more to leave town
And in the event that you do adapt we still might not want you around
But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
but I know that's impossible now
And so I drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories
'cause I just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight
And I give myself three days to feel better or else I
swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff
because if I can't learn to make myself feel better then
how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere.
just get me passed this dead and eternal snow
'cause I swear that I'm dying. Slowly, but it's happening
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere
just take me there and say and lie to me and say it's gonna be alright.
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