Trying hard to enjoy the night, to make the best of my time
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And I would kill to know what it's like to feel tonight
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With each cold sip of life, which helps to numb the pain
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Each touch of the glass to my lips, helps ease the strain.
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It's been so long, it's been so much
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Though I would shudder at your sight
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I would still shatter at your touch
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For I feel like ice this evening, walking down the stairs/stares
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Hidding my face into the basement, as if anyone cares.
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That oh I'm out tonight. I'm out to try to live tonight.
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For tomorrow it may seem as though I never did.
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It's been so long, it's been so much
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Though I would shudder at your sight
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I would still shatter at your touch
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I remember December in Windsor, 2002
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I remember feeling much older, than twenty-two
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The season was cold, and I was alone, developing tastes for poisons.
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This was my old haunt, and it haunted me still.
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December In Windsor
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| Woods Of Ypres |
