Come on winter,
feed me with your darkness...
you know I've felt like this before.
Loneliness is my only friend now,
and this bottle of cheap red wine, tonight.
Deep are the wounds that push me away,
deep are the rivers that run through my soul.
Bittwesweet are my memories
of the one that got away, oh yeah!
Inner visions bleed through my eyes,
just look at me, I'm dying for you.
Now this time we'll borrow, beg and steal
to feel real...yeah!
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