.[Verse 1]
Janaury leaves on my windowsill
And I'm feeling pretty ill
And I guess there's no getting outâ
ofâ
bed
Grey skies, bleakâ
eyes, and heavy rain
I'm getting usedâ
to winter's pain
Feeling low this year again
[Chorus]
So scream out, myâhands.
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