Bare
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I stagger out into this fading day
The mood is vacant and the clouds are grey
This day seems so bare and this air is so cold
I look around, then slide...i feel so old
And then i think about the little things i think
About
And then i feel and i remember
And then i look around and see the things i always
See
Then i slip hard as i remember
And then i...
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