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Winter Song

Rosegarden Funeral Party
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There is no safe place, there is no sanctuary I think that's what I miss the most About having you near me I miss the way the smell of cigarettes clung to your clothes I hate the way the smell of cigarettes reminds me of hold you close No tragedy has struck again and I'm drowning in solitude Though you were never really there I wish I had you to come home to I miss the way the smell of cigarettes clung to your clothes I hate the way the smell of cigarettes reminds me of hold you close Someone turn me around Can I stop missing you The winters make me weaker To the undertow of you Take me in your arms Fill me with feeling and send me back to home And send me back to home There is no medicine that heals like familiar arms There are no drugs to balance me One step further from the malady I hate the way the return of the cold air makes it harder to say no I hate the way the return of the cold air Reminds me of holding you close And through every praying morning and through every blackened night I breathe the prayer that you'll be better In the wake of tomorrow's light I miss the way the smell of cigarettes clung to your clothes I miss the days when cold air and cigarettes belonged to us both Someone turn me around Can I stop missing you The winters make me weaker To the undertow of you Someone turn me around Can I stop missing you The winters make me weaker To the undertow of you