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I press your hand in mine however cautiously, |
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I keep a smile right to myself |
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And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession |
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And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension |
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This Winter |
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So cold, |
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Creeping down your arm |
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Stealth soldiers, |
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Creeping around your palm |
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It's hard, hard to understand |
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Little victories won creeping around your hand |
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The sickness has taken hold through violent, |
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blurted syllables |
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Escape my mouth under my breath |
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The voice of pricking dread |
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is whispering insistent in my ear |
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My paranoia galvanised by your gaze, so austere |
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This Winter |
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So cold, |
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Creeping down your arm |
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Stealth soldiers, |
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Creeping around your palm |
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It's hard, hard to understand |
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Little victories won creeping around your hand |
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I pinned your crest to my chest, |
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hoping it might start to look right |
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|
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There was hushed talk of young boy's corpse |
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lying face down in some river |
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His hands used to move like mine |
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I can't stand myself this morning, |
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i am practically that boy |
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No strength to endure, |
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Ghostly insecure, |
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Pallid through lack of choice |
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This winter |
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So cold, |
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Creeping down your arm |
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Stealth soldiers, |
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Creeping around your palm |
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It's hard, hard to understand |
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Little victories won creeping around your hand,creeping around your hand |