In the morning, the town I was born in
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Was buried under a snowdrift
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Well, well, with a tiny hand
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Just like that girl next door
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Whom I've known really well for ages
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With one earlobe, I listen to
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I say I'll be all right even if I'm alone
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And my story gets turned inside out
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I want to make it someone else's fault
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It hurts so much. I hate it. I hate it.
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Let me give what comes after the rain
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To a very talented genius
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Let's head out while we eat
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My homemade fortune cookies
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When you do nothing but cry when it's sad
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The buds thaw and disappear
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Autumn comes, winter comes again
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And it's taken one year
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You intended on running far away
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But your story won't end
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It's so cowardly, and I hate it.
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Even if I try chasing after you
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Even if I get kicked for it
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Let's fill up an open hole
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There's no mistaking it. I hate it.
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I'll overlap them, I'll lean against them
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I'll throw them all out very soon
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The people I adore and the gentle days
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Will disappear completely very soon
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In the morning, the town I was born in
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Was buried under a snowdrift
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Well, well, with a tiny hand
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You intended on running far away
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But your story won't end
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It's so cowardly, and I hate it.
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Even if I try chasing after you
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Even if I get kicked for it
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Let's close up an open hole
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There's no mistaking it. I hate it.
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It's so cowardly, and I hate it.
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It hurts so much. I hate it. I hate it.
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