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I feel like selling my things*
I feel like being alone.
Can't tell if I'm more confused,
After I hung up the phone.
Glad to hear you're feeling stronger,
And that you're ready to go.
Didn't know that I was in your way,
Thanks for sayin' it now I know.
OOOOhhhh
So this is how these things go.
OOOOOhhh
So this is how these things shake out in the end.
See the winter settling in,
It's gunna be cold a while.
In the winter everything's scarce,
Deep and crisp and heathen
This is how it feels to be left standing,
To be the one who never did go,
This is how it feels to fade in pain,
Laid down like aching snow
OOOOhhhh
You said that I have no proof
OOOOhhhh
One day you'll see things different.
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