The winter of emotions
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sometimes steals into my head
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It's the tundra of the shutdown
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It's the burying the dead
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And I'd like to make my springtime
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but I have no read recourse
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but to wait on some long loving
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from some deep and pure source
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You lay me down
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You whisper somehow
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I can hear it when I'm very still
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You don't ever touch me or chase away the chill
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but one day soon, you will
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The art of all my problems
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is in how they're resolved
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I try until I'm hopeless
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and then a hand so soft
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is brushing back my hair
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from its clinging to my face
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from crying God I live in
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such a weak and desperate place
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(CHORUS)
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You Lay Me Down
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| Waterdeep |
