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I grew up in this cold square
Hid my cigarettes among these walls
When their cost was half as much
Carved in bricks a hundred women's names
Memory keeps just few of them
The ones I kissed
Perhaps not even that
'Cause none of them ever asked where I was headed
Digging for happiness
Oh, never mind.
And I grew up on a cold peak
Notched my secrets into the stone
Carved in ice a hundred naive snowmen
Memory sees them melt away
Frightened to death
By nonexistence and neglect
And none of them will ever wonder if I was happy
Or if I'll ever be
Oh, never mind.