Winter weather is not my soul
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But the biding for spring...
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Why¡¯s everybody looking at me
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Like there¡¯s something fundamentally wrong
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Like I¡¯m a southern bird
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That stayed north too long
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Winter exposes the nest
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Then I¡¯m gone
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Palimpsest
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Smog |