.Little did we know, that the world was dying
That the birds outside, they never sing for us
Winter time is slow, and the pain she'll be crying
My blood runs cold, they never sing for us
Hollow, hollow I'm empty
Guess we'll go outside, and face the slaughter>
Of a dea.
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