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Prelude
01:08
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Interlude
00:45
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Memories of somethin' in the summertime don't make you feel warm
They make the cold feel colder, and the light around you isn't as night as it should be
But where you are now isn't where you always have to be
And the sun is only as might as you let it be
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I don't like you, but I love you
Seems that I'm always thinkin' of you
Oh you treat me badly, I love you madly
You really got a hold on me
I don't want you, but I need you
I don't wanna kiss you, but I need to
Oh, you treat me wrong now, my love is strong now
You really got a hold on me
Said you really got a hold on me
Oh I love you and all I want you to do is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Oh I wanna leave you, don't wanna stay here
Don't wanna spend another day here
Oh, you do me wrong now, my love is strong now
You really got a hold on me
Said you really got a hold on me
Oh I love you and all I want you to do is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me...
(noise)
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Curl your toes to face the cold
It's nothing like you imagined
The snow falls from the silent heavens,
And hushes everything to feel like home
It's hard when all you want is to feel the sun so bright
To feel its glow through its glow through the skin of your eyes
Winter can't last forever
It's shorter than it feels
Take a big breath, but not too deep
And have another cup of coffee
It's warm within your bones
So, settle in and make your home
La da da...
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(I honor the divinity within myself chanted on mala)
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Walking out the door
Into my new skin
Into the sunshine
I thought it'd be brighter
Oh, I'm still grateful
Silly me I just let my imagination get carried away again
Landing soft
On my toes
Greeted by the echoes of windchimes, of windchimes
Oh it's all familiar now,
It's all familiar now
Oh I can see home, I can see home
I can see the the light
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Postscripting Denver, Colorado
Postscripting is a self-produced music project of a lady who can't tell if she's made of glitter or dust from your grandma's attic.
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