What should it matter if the sun don't rise
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Its midnight forever in my Janie's eyes
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What should it matter if it comes on spring
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When I'm finding winter in everything
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I've lived in this cold wind city
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All Of my life
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Walking around still looks the same
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Same people coming and going
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Doesn't feel right
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See it all now from 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 little sense left in this world of our
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My Janie took with her in those wee small hours
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I've lived in this cold wind city
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All Of my life
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Walking around still looks the same
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Same people coming and going
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Doesn't feel right
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Watch it all now from so far away
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I've lived in this cold wind city
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All Of my life
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Walking around still looks the same
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Still looks the same
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Same people coming and going
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Doesn't feel right
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See it all now
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So far away
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So far
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And all of the wisdom that I held so high
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Shining and useless as this April sky
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The little 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 |
