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I guess I’m old enough to know
That I can’t count on you again
I wish I had a million guns
I wish I had a million friends
Now the snow-flakes start to burn
And I’m freezing in the flames
I wish I had a million knives
I wish I had a million names
Now the breeding starts
And you know it’s hard
Then you realize they turn around and leave you dying.
Heard they found you in the snow
Screaming that you were cold and dead
I wish I had a million ropes
I wish I had a million heads
Now when winter wakes me up
I’m really not that sad
I know you’re not the one to blame
But I realize I’m mad