Old man winter is setting in, he loves to torture you with no address to complain towards
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I'd love a few words with him,
He'd say naught, throw me to the winds
If I really questioned,
I'd be left in a squall, burying me in a fervour.
Relentlessly, weakening you until you find resilience.
and you say, bring it on snowman. Bring it on.
I'd love a few words with him,
He'd say naught, throw me to the winds
If I really questioned,
I'd be left in a squall, burying me in a fervour.
Relentlessly, weakening you until you find resilience.
and you say, bring it on snowman. Bring it on.
