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Color of the sky as far as I can see |
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Is coal gray |
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I lift my head from the pillow and then |
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Fall again |
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Shiver in my bones just thinking |
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About the weather |
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Quiver in my lip as if I might cry |
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Oh by the force of will my lungs are filled and |
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So I breathe |
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Lately it seems this big bed is where |
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I never leave |
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Shiver in my bones just thinking |
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About the weather |
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A quiver in my voice as I cry |
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What a cold and a rainy day? |
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Where on earth is the sun hid away? |
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I hear the sound of a noon bell chime well |
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I'm far behind |
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You put in 'bout half a day while |
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Here I lie |
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With a shiver in my bones just thinking |
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About the weather |
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A quiver in my voice as if I may cry |
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What a cold and a rainy day? |
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Where on earth is this sun hid away? |
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Do I need someone here to scold me? |
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Or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of |
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Four poster, dull torpor? |
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Pulling downward |
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For in such a long time, since my better day |
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I say my prayers nightly, this will pass away |
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The color of the sky is gray as I can see |
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Through the blinds |
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Lift my head from the pillow and then |
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Fall again |
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Shiver in my bones just thinking |
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About the weather |
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A quiver in my voice as if I may cry |
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Cold and a rainy day |
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Where on earth is the sun hid away? |
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A cold and a rainy day |
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I shiver, quiver |
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And try to wake |
