And I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere.
Just get me past this dead and eternal snow,
because I swear that I am dying;
Slowly, but it's happening.
So if there is a perfect spring that's waiting somewhere,
just take me there and lie to me
and say it's going to be all right:
"It's going to be all right,
yeah, you worry too much,
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