Sometimes it seems like winter's end
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The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine
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The sadness it has left a trace
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I think that you can see that on my face again
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Cause it always made things better
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Now my days seem so much better
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Now my days seem so much quieter
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And I know
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Yeh I know
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It will never be the same again
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Sometimes I feel my hands are tied
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I need someone to come and cut these ropes of mine
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They'll wear a coat of wind and rain
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To drive away the fears that I can't face again
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And they always make things better
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And my days seem so much quieter
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Winter's End
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| Texas |
