cracked lips
blistered hands
cold feet
oh winter, why are you so hard on me?
i've been dreaming of you my whole life
television only satisfied my sense of sight
they never tell how it feels like
but i still love thee
blistered hands
cold feet
oh winter, why are you so hard on me?
i've been dreaming of you my whole life
television only satisfied my sense of sight
they never tell how it feels like
but i still love thee
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