What should it matter if the sun don't rise
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It's midnight forever in my Janie's eyes
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And what should it matter if the curves don't spring
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When I'm finding winter in everything
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I live in this cold wind city all my life
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Walking around still looks the same
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Same people coming and going, doesn't feel right
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See it all now so far away
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What should it matter if the earth may slide
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Sky break in pieces and stars collide
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The littlest sense left in this world of ours
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My Janie took with her in the wee small hours
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I live in this cold wind city all my life
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Walking around still looks the same
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Same people coming and going, doesn't feel right
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Watch it all now so far away
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I live in this cold wind city all my life
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Walking around still looks the same still looks the same
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Same people coming and going, doesn't feel right
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See it all now so far away so far
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And all of the wisdom I held so high shining and useless as this April sky
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The littlest sense left in this world of ours
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My Janie took with her in the wee small hours
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My Janie took with her in the wee small hours
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Now i'm finding winter in everything
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What Should It Matter?
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| David Gray |
