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I dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold, winter-set heart
With heat to melt these frozen tears burned with reasons as to carry on
Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow
But I swear that I would follow anything
just get me out of here
But you get six months to adapt
and you get two more to leave town
And in the event that you do adapt
we still might not want you around
But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
but I know that that's impossible now
And so I drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories
cause I just can't think anymore about that
or about her tonight
And I give myself three days to feel better or else I
swear I'll drive right off a f**king cliff
because if I can't learn to make myself feel better
how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
and I scream for the sunlight
or a car to take me anywhere.
just get me past this dead and eternal snow
cause I swear that I'm dying
Slowly, but it's happening
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere
just take me there
just take me there
just take me there
and say and lie to me and say and lie to me and say
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright..
Bright Eyes:
Bright Eyes:
Bright Eyes:
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