Cold air fills my lungs
The night is black
My hopes are young
They say there's something
to be done
A party with friends
Shenanigans
So load up your guns
Lay waste to your fears
Hide your emotions
Behind cigarettes and beers
The winter time has come again
Left alone; without a friend
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
Cold air fills my lungs
The night is black
My hopes are young
They say there's something
to be done
A party with friends
Shenanigans
So load up your guns
Lay waste to your fears
Hide your emotions
Behind cigarettes and beers
The winter time has come again
Left alone; without a friend
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