You, you look like you really meant it
Twisting the knife in my chest
Stamping on what's left

But I never was
I never was one for crying
I never was one for tears

And no sooner was I born
then I was dying
What kind of world a is this?

It's only stone for throwing

Looks like an early winter
Feels like an early winter
Early winter
You turn me over

And why do you act so stupid?
When you know that you're always right?

Looks like an early winter.
Feels like an early winter.
You turn me over.

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