When Winter falls next year, I'll be holding on
To anything held down
As for being patient with fate and all,
it's getting old. And my mind is slowly changing
I'm calling all my oldest friends,
saying "sorry for this mess we're in,"
and I'm waiting, waiting...
For the Sun to come and melt this snow,
wash away the pain, and give me back control, control.
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