Sleevenotes - 010807 | Текст песни

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How I would cling to you
like the cold caught in the folds of your winter coat.
January lingers here still, from all those years ago.
All those years...

You were a fragile little bird.
Thin skin, and weakened lungs.
Fevers from all the chemicals they put to soak in hollow bones.
Fevers that never let you go.

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