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    Winter is here
    Shiver in white rust
    Winter is here

    Your guitar is the wrong way round
    On the beat

    Winter is here
    Crows are pecking at the wheat husk
    Winter is here
    Your son is white and pale

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    Winter is here
    Summer is dying in the white moon
    Winter is here
    Spirit is dying cuz there's no room

    I need your crisis in my life
    Can’t breathe with no accident
    I feed the crisis in your life
    Can’t breathe with no accident

    I need your crisis in my life
    Can’t breathe with no accident
    I feed the crisis in your life
    Can’t breathe with no accident

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