Why the winter in July?
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I came out of the shed,
My hands were bleeding dry.
I still can't see the snow,
But why the winter in July?
There is no other morning,
There will be no goodbye.
And still my stomach's mourning,
For the winter in July.
My hands were bleeding dry.
I still can't see the snow,
But why the winter in July?
There is no other morning,
There will be no goodbye.
And still my stomach's mourning,
For the winter in July.
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