Winter's day
Where are you going to be?
Come inside
Firelight gonna set you free
I want to be in true reality
Paper rain falling on the ground
Icicles still grow
I can't hear a sound
I want to be in true reality
Toothpick eyes
Can't seem to sleep at all
Restlessness creeps
I can't hear your call
I want to be in true reality
Morning light shines
on a brand new day
Darkness hides somewhere far away
I want to be in true reality
Come inside and be alone, be alone
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