Winter weather is not my soul But the biding for spring... Why's everybody looking at me Like there's something fundamentally wrong Like I'm a southern bird That stayed north too long Winter exposes the nest Then I'm gone
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Winter weather is not my soul But the biding for spring... Why's everybody looking at me Like there's something fundamentally wrong Like I'm a southern bird That stayed north too long Winter exposes the nest Then I'm gone