When the sun is gone it's surely not forgotten
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It's surely not forgotten by the likes of me.
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Though the leaves may die and a tree survives to blossom
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So why does this way of life want more from me
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So why does it have to hurt when it's...
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So when the season comes to pray that
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God take Mother to her grave
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In an endless frigid bitter boiling sea.
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I know what kind of son hopes someone
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With a gun puts a bullet through her brain
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'Cause I'm that bitch's bitter hateful seed
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That's me
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Why does it have to hurt when it's cold?
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Why does it have to hurt when it's cold?
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Why does the skin burn off it's bones?
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Why does it have to hurt when it's cold?
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So then I started losing days around November
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And then I fold into the grey winter's coat
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'Cause the things that hurt the worst that I remember
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They seem to only show their face when it is cold
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And then I start to bleed
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Because it's up to me
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And then I start to believe
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That I don't wanna be anymore
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So why does it have to hurt when it's cold?
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Why does it have to hurt when it's cold?
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Why does the skin burn off it's bones?
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Why does it have to hurt when it's home?
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Why couldn't we stay in church like we were told?
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Why does it, why does it, why does it hurt when it's cold?
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When It's Cold
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Hurt |