Cold days in April
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Were brought about by change in vain
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Finding comfort in the falling of the rain
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The rain
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Cold days in April
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Were brought about by rising tides
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Finding comfort in the warmth we hold inside, inside
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I find myself back home; don't know how I got there
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And I feel like I'm stuck, I'm stuck inside
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But the only thing I know, even though I don't you don't care
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Is that my world's prepared to die
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Cold days in April
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Brisk winds and chills in the air
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Does it feel like anyone cares?
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Does anyone, does anyone care?
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No one can hear my screams of pain
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In the silence of today, the silence of today
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The echo of my call will haunt them
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Until I'm dead, until I'm dead
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Cold days in April...
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Beneath The Surface
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| Days Like These |
