Come on winter feed me with your darkness
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you know I've felt like this before
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Loneliness is my only friend now
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and this bottle of cheap red wine
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Deep are the wounds that push me away
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deep are the rivers that run through my soul
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Bittersweet are my memories
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of the one that got away... yeah
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Innervisions bleed through my eyes
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Look at me I'm dying for you
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And all this time we'd borrow, beg and steal
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to feel real... Living lies
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Blind Mountain (in album spiritual beggars)
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| Spiritual Beggars |
