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Cover yourself with everything you can
Just to walk outside
Buried inside an artificial tent
With everything to hide
Im positive this cant be
This cant be right
Januarys cold, but Februarys colder
I cant stand to hold her (I cant stand to hold)
Im a little older, I wish that I had told her
Januarys cold, Februarys colder
I cant stand to hold her (I cant stand to hold)
Cut yourself free, please abandon me
Before things get really bad
Things are really bad.
Cut yourself free, please abandon me.
Dont blame yourself for my curiosity
I swear its not your fault
Trial and error, tragedy
These bitter tears I swear theyre filled with salt
Im positive this cant be
This cant be right