winter falls and out of fuel we hide inside our shell
no excuse or advice, it's just the way we feel
we will stumble through our days
I will read you happy tales
I will catch you if you fall
no surprise to wrap around my iron safety belt
maybe we can try some more, yes, I think we really can
we will stumble through our days
I will read you happy tales
I will catch you if you fall
it's all wrong
winter falls and out of fuel we hide inside ourselves
and never come back out again
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