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Winter Blues (Cabin Fever)
got chills through my spine
bread with butter down to my last thin dime
inside I hide with pains for real
thinking of the way things used to be
capped in the back of the head face full of dread
doorways that seem to ever end
the wrong folks for friends
got nothing to eat my stomach making sounds
my cat stays inside all day long
snow on the roof snow on my car
tempers for hire will make you go far
like an eagle I want to soar onto so much more in store
falling apart making me want to cry
my bill fold is making loop holes in my pocket
chills in my feet with frigid temps in my arms
sound the alarm to try to come together
no matter what the weather
we can stand up light as a feather
like Holyfield & Mayweather
transformed burning the midnight oil
trouble ahead with trouble behind
