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Winter Song
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Screaming Trees
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Jesus knocking on my door Late last night and early this morning Window glass, rusted and weary I went straight through Didnt hear no warning
Just a roll of the dice And a precious vice To bring you round, its easier When Im wasting my time And Im losing my mind Oh my mind
Try to wait for the sky to fall Its kind of hard not to see it all Whisper a song of winter in your heart
Dead end street, just out my back door I heard whats seen, a young girl laughing Now raindrops fall away like souls I wondered if she ever heard mine dying
Just a roll of the dice, and a precious vice To bring you round, its easier When Im wasting my time And Im losing my mind Oh my mind
Trying to wait for the sky to fall Its kind of hard now to see it all Whisper a song of winter in your heart Trying to wait for the sky to fall Its kind of hard now to see it all Whisper a song of winter in your heart
Jesus knocking on my door One last time, and early this morning
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