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In the summer it's all bad |
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But in the winter it's okay |
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I gave up where the water pulls the walls and the cold and the sun are one, and you know |
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I wasn't afraid, no I wasn't afraid |
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There is hard rain where I'm walking |
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And it's okay, this is not USA |
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There is no shame when were talking |
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And it's okay |
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I can't understand anything you say, hell, I can't even pronounce your name |
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But your words beg questions of me just the same |
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Will there be a cross on the side of the road where we die? |
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Will there be a cloud in the Gronegen sky, will a smile decay over time? |
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There is hard rain where I'm walking |
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And it's okay, This is not USA |
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There is no shame when we're talking |
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And it's okay |
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There is hard rain where I'm walking |
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And it's okay, This is not USA |
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There is no shame when we're talking |
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And it's okay |
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There is water |
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As the ships come in |
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On the TV and the phone |
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Is used for murder |
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And not to call the police |
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On the TV in my home |
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Where I can see my breath |
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In the winter time |
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In the kitchen |
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Where I can see my breath |