It’s the end of March

Cold bites my skin in the morning

Sun hides until the afternoon

I don’t care if it’s snowing

I don’t care if it’s raining in my city

The night is gone before I ever get to sleep

No one’s gonna tell me anything

I want to be closer to you

But I just stare through the window panes

Watch the rain, count flakes of snow

Sitting still in a big, blue world

Where I’m the first that’s last to know


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Sock it to me

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