Shroud of gray hangs low over the grass,
The snow reminds me so much of the past,
Oh nostalgia,
My breath burns up in cold the air,
Snowflakes dancing in your hair,
Oh nostalgia,
Take me away, I'm sick of this place,
Sick of the memories, sick of the snow,
Sick of the people, sick of the gifts,
Oh nostalgia, I'm mostly just sick of myself.
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