What does it matter if the sun don't rise
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It's midnight forever in my Jimmy's eyes
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What should it matter if it comes on to spring
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When I'm finding winter in everything
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Lived in this cold wind city 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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It doesn't feel right
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See it all now
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From so far away
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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 hedgerows are singing and it comes on spring
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But I'm finding winter in everything
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Lived in this cold wind city 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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It doesn't feel right
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See it all now
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From so far away
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So what should it matter if the earth may slide
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Sky break in pieces or the stars collide
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The little of sense left in this world or ours
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My Jimmy took with him in the wee small hours
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Lived in this cold wind city 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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It doesn't feel right
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See it all now
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It's so far away
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I'm finding winter in everything
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I'm finding winter in everything
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What Does It Matter
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Mary Black |