In the wintertime the grass is brown and the sky is gray, the sky is gray
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Ah, hah, but that don't mean little brother that you have to feel the same way
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Look the sky is cryin' see the tear rollin' down on the ground, down on the ground
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Ah, hah but that don't mean little brother that your life can't turn around
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Cover up your body but the cold steady rubbin' on your skin, rubbin' on your skin
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Ah, hah, you stay alive little brother from the warm fire within
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This little brother is what the seasons are tryin' to say
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The snow will surely be melted when the sun punches in for the day
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See the cold steady rubbin', rubbin' on your skin rubbin' a¢æ?round your skin
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Ah hah you're stayin' alive, little brother from the warm fire within
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This little brother is what the seasons are tryin' to say
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The snow will surely be melted when the sun punches in for the day
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See the cold steady rubbin', rubbin' on your skin rubbin' a¢æ?round your skin
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Ah hah you're stayin' alive, little brother from the warm fire within
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Wintertime
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Bill Withers |