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   the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight 

    Its icy tentacles wrap around me and squeezes

    freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite 

    staving off the cold is a battle, an endless fight

    it brings forth an assortment of nasty diseases

    The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight

    these grey days cloud over the sun, having no light

    as the icy chill roam wherever it does pleases 

    freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite 

     my blood flows like a frozen berg of ice

     and into my bones the air seeps, then freezes

    the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight 

   frozen raindrops form like dripping stalagmite

   and the wind blows hard, never letting up or eases

   freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite 

  thunder roars. then the dark sky ignites 

  distant are the summer days of warm breezes 

  The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight 

  freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite

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